The Tower of Babel

Photo by Tim Girvin approaching the corridors of power, the mysteries of the quest… Sent from my GirviPhone

ACTION

Photo by Tim Girvin SOMETIMES, THE DRIVE FORTH OVERWHELMS THE SEEING. Over the last couple of weeks, the idea of doing anything but working has been far from my mind. People have commented — “where is he?” Just working. Acting. Hard, round the...

THE CONCEPT OF NONESS

Photo by Tim Girvin I was listening to someone, telling me “no.” I watched, as they held their finger up, wagging it — like a little, defining ruler, ready to smack me on the head. And I realized that the first inclination, in considering that word,...

THE HEART OF BULLETS

Photo by Tim Girvin WALKING THE DESERT I came to a place of bullets, by the thousands — some, to casings — others, to spent bullet shells of the brass made. These lie in the sun like golden teeth — knocked out, scumbled in the sand, fragmented and...

THE CRANK OF WATER

Photo by Tim Girvin Being out on the opening plain, in the bold light(en)ing of the sun cast, black earthen shadows — the desert, the wind rips across the line, tumbleweeds roar across the dustscape. And I find this windmill, that’s taking me back to the...

THE MAP OF MIND

Photo by Tim Girvin I was studying the different scratching on the surface of a wall — in a room that was covered with the graffito — Latin for “little scratching” — of hundreds of people. Except that they didn’t only write on the...