Alive

I went striding. Alone. In the chill amidst the challenges of that, this current life, living, they are there glaring, dark. It is, all ways, good to hold your self; and remember that you are alive amidst the beauty of things that emerge, in presence. That you can...

Lines

Lines of thought: sight lines 11.28 | NYC ….. What about lines? I’ve been thinking about them. And they’re everywhere. Obviously. But what I’m curious about is the patterning of the line  — and what lies in the heart of the line....

Gratitude

Yes, that is a star in the branches. —- to your notes on Gratitude. —- Getting up, starting that day, this day, thinking about that — what more to be thank full for? What more, to be given to me — that richness of things — that does that,...

How beauty full, the people.

Indian Journal How beauty, full — the people. i ask you: really, what could be better than watching — and photographing, the people? There’s nothing more fascinating for me — than the people. And in India, and surely in Bhutan, there’s...

It works.

Indian Journal It works. Somehow. Photos by Tim Girvin It does. I’ve wondered about that idea about the collapse of some civilizational virtues; it all falls apart. But being in India — and at points, Bhutan, you see in a way how it works, even with power...