THE GHOST
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 in the flash of light,...
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 H U M A N B R A N D | S t r a t e g i e s http://www.girvin.com/subsites/humanbrands/
STARBRIGHT
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 | NYC BRANDS THAT ARE PEOPLE:...
THE ASCENT
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 LOVE BRANDS http://www.girvin.com/blog/?cat=8
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
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 .... GIRVIN | BRANDS THAT ARE STORIES http://www.girvin.com/blog/?cat=8
THE MIST AND THE JUNGLE
NYC 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 lights on -- like army...
STANDING AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
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 trial -- on the...
COLOR, PATTERNING, DISSOLUTION
Dissolution, beautiful degradation; the dissolving -- the shifting of solution from one stage to another, spattered with color. Looking at this wall, once cleaned masonry, now speckled with moss, the tinting of coursing water, the colors shift in the aging patination; and more beauty emerges. In that beauty, passage. The semblance of that beauty, I savor, here: https://tim.girvin.com/entries/?p=254 T | Pittock The scent of trees as perfume http://www.girvin.com/blog/?p=5086
SNOWDAY
Seattle's in a kind of shut down. Only the brave ventured downtown. Living on Queen Anne Hill, one of the hills overlooking the city, the streets are slick with ice. Being an eastern Washington person, snow's never an impediment. It's a gauntlet. Seattle, downtown, is quiet. There are three people in the office. Lisa, Kevin, me. And just now, the intern -- Joe. Still time for something calligraphic, however. Heading north to Vancouver, next. t | pike place market BLOGS ABOUT BEAUTY...