LOOKING SACRED
Photos by Tim Girvin LOOKING SACRED | NEW MEXICO There's surely something to the sanctity of the ground here -- out, the plains, the sky, the mesa, the long reach -- the endless road to the iced horizon; incredible. But there is, too, the spirit of the sanctified in the architecture -- quiet, simple, massed, powerful, buttressed, contained -- a cool place from the heat (and perhaps the chill, of emerging winter. Inside, the scent of burnt piñon, old woods, cool earthen scents -- a hint of...
THE SIGN WITH NO NAME
Photos by Tim Girvin New Mexico Heading out to a monastery out in the wilderness, I saw a sign -- far off road, with a view beyond to the mesa of the south. I was struck by this sign, which seemed to be saying -- "here, there's something to be seen." But the sign was so old, there wasn't any writing -- it was blank, long lost in the sun, wind, rain and snow out there -- the distant pasture and scrub lands. I'm compelled by signs that have nothing to say. The point of the message is "it's not...
THE GHOST
Drawing by Tim Girvin THE GHOST | GHOST RANCH In the deep dreams of New Mexico, I was thinking about a visitation, a ghost, a spirit, that reached out during a thundering storm -- lightning flashing -- and during that flash, there she was, hanging there. In that one moment -- floating for an instance, swirling in the wind -- and she reached out. And that reaching out, that might've been a beckoning, or it might've been a "hold" -- or stand clear; stop for a moment. But she was there. Floating...
Honesty
with the layering, of one point, on another, and another: the telling of that story -- still, the heart must hold true. And people must believe it. thanks for your time. more soon, surely -- ! warmest > T I M
STARBRIGHT
Photo by Tim Girvin STARBRIGHT IN the chill of the night - there, standing in the middle of the street, tourist gawker: I am. Right here, looking up, craning my neck -- some of the most expensive retailers in the world -- that four corners: Tiffany's | Louis Vuitton | Bergdorf Goodman | Bulgari -- still, I'm looking skyward, and thinking about light. It is a guide, it's the way to go -- it's the story for the path. It's mystical. And it's darned pretty, right now. t | 57th + 5th |...
THE ASCENT
Photo by Tim Girvin Is this an upward climb, or a downward stride -- the stance, in respite, a reflection of the moment. Up, or down, that pause to contemplate -- where, next, that step? Sometimes, whether up or down, ascent or descent, the momentary pause to reckoning -- I'm here. That's enough: I know only that. I'm here. Looking out. T | The North Islands
CROWS | CATS | crow+cat+fight
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNqNfxo42J8&feature=fvwk ---- be sure to listen to the music, it's nearly perfectly dubbed. These are Hooded Crows -- "Camp Robbers" they're called in the Cascades. Common in Europe -- they're called: Krakak -- in Turkey. Tim .... GIRVIN | crowB R A N D S
BEING IN A GRAVEYARD
Photo by Tim Girvin I DON'T HOLD MUCH, IN A CEMETERY. Yet, sometimes you see things, along the way. Running by. Walking through. A very grey, cold day, walking through, this, there: wonder fullness, at the end of the world. That's it. Tim
THE MIST AND THE JUNGLE
NYC | Photo by Tim Girvin Looking north, pre-dawn, when only the mist is the light of Central Park, it's like a land that hasn't yet been discovered -- there's jungle there. And indeed, there's jungle, round that jungle -- ring, on ring; adventure -- rang. But when the mist seeps into the cleft of the forest parks, fog runs the channels of the early morning -- there is stillness that stifles the other mechanical squawks and roars. Beneath the canopy, you can see the cars moving, with their...
STANDING AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
Photo by Tim Girvin I couldn't really see. The windshield was so mucked with road spittle, winter drivel, the cleaning fluid was frozen, I tried a bottle of old Roger & Gallet Vetiver -- seeing if that would remove the snow and mud from the front (and the rear window). It worked, but infused the car with this Parisian scent - clean, but complicated, a little too citric to be worn. But it works on the windshield. Standing there, as the snow fell on the freeway to Vancouver, I drew this, as a...