All night, there has been a running river of sound that flows beneath where I live out here. And in the morning, what of it, there is, a softening muffle, in sight, clings to the far shore, and slides in over the now quiet waters, the riverine murmur slows, and hangs there reminding me to be silent, and like the raven stone, resting out there fire in hand, Photos by Tim Girvin attention. tsg | decatur island ----

I think about words all the time. It's the crux of my thinking, where things cross. They bridge, they verge, they come back, they go forth. It's where the light of my mind is held, that holding place of idea and imagination. Light in the crux, split in the path: Incandescent came into the English language toward the end of the 18th century, at a time when scientific experiments involving heat and light were being conducted on an increasingly frequent basis. An object that glowed at a high...

Hearing Her Last night, I was thinking about her. And being in her presence that silent cast that she arrayed. Down to me, standing quiet. Alone, all one, with her. Gazing up, thinking of her. Remote, that presents a perfect orb of pearl, in love, that Photos by Tim Girvin I am, with her, formed in light. tsg | decatur island ----

the one, the many how foolish we are, to think that amidst that throng, we are one -- alone when, in that standing chorus, we are mere -- the one, of many, marvels -- they are, in plenty you i one in many. Photos by Tim Girvin i'd stay by this render, that it's better to love all ways. tsg | the skagit valley, Fir Island ---- written 4 / 9 / 08

I contemplate: metus | fear. Things are arranged; then they are rearranged. What do you hold to, that which is arranged, that which is not? Is there beauty in symmetry? Or, symmetry skewed, the chaotic fracture? I contemplate: Imagery photographed by me at DIA | Beacon, NY I had a client once who told me about his love of doing things that he was afraid of. Interestingly, however, I never saw, or experienced, once, this truth. Another friend mentioned, "do one thing every day that you are...

As I stand As I stand out in the silence of this morning there is nothing to suggest that I am any thing less, than alone A breeze begins. Distance beckons and I can feel just the beginning of drops, that come, falling on my bare shoulders. But it is the sound that is most compelling, from that inevitable quiet, comes that sound -- far out, reflected on the island, lying across from me, sliding sound of one million drops that comes closer to me, in rain that shifts to the leaves, the old roof,...

Krink 3.3.08 Earlier in my life, I'd done some work with graffiti. Sometimes, I used a spray can -- but never unless I was paid. That meaning: that I'd do that for advertising sets, props and installations. And for movie titling treatments. Then I came up with this idea of doing graffiti in bathrooms -- especially incredibly funky stalls. But instead of lewd jargoning, I'd write things like -- Awake! Wildly and elegantly calligraphic, in strokes of metallic gold and silver, using special dense...

I was working in the Dominican Republic this weekend. On Sunday, I drove around the island, with the boyfriend of one of my clients there. He drives like I do -- wandering. See something, go there. But to explore different entries to the property development we are working for, we had little time to stop and gambol. So I shot from the car, never really looking to crop, to confirm, to set the right dimensions in framing. I just shot, drive by. The thing that I learned is that when I did this,...

Sometimes I run, when darkness abounds and I see things like this. So quiet, mist. What can be seen is some times not there. Other times, what is not there, is seen, found. Next. Photos by Tim Girvin I'm looking for that. tsg

Last light 2.20.08 The light, seen from afar, transforms to many radiant spheres of expression. Flair, lens. Your eyes are out of focus, and you can't quite see what is there, because of the brilliance: it is so blindingbright, that the rayed luminosity, so eyefilling that you can barely see any thing. Any thing, found -- ground. Anything, sought, dark. Seeing that, you might see more. I'm looking for that, light that's found without. Within. tsg (good night) Photos by Tim...