Had the opportunity to go on a site visit to a Farm in Dry Ridge Kentucky today.


The woman we are working with said something I'd like to never forget, in regards to accessibility.



"To be able to walk with dignity, to walk with confidence"



context: speaking of her mother's ability to walk and move through the woman's upcoming wedding.

Last year I looked at the sky

And the clouds reminded me of when I looked at the sky

in a place where I also used to collect these stones


I think this one a lot of people might throw back in the water

But I liked that it was half dark and half light


It's good to reflect on memories

and maybe to think about journeys we might perceive in the sky


I still like to put small peices of collected earth back in their place

There's a part of me that feels like if you haven't grappeled with a drawing, especially a drawing engaging the change of a place, you haven't really started. That makes me smile a little bit, I think places can be mischevious sometimes.

[A future post, on the limits of language, our vocabularies, considering effects, affects, across scale]


Writers to reference

-Robin Wall Kimmerer

-Steven Pinker

-Robert A. Johnson

This is a peice of writing inspired by Bettina Pittaluga's photograph Roxane & Baptiste.

Accessible here.


I think photographs are interesting for many reasons, one in particular is their ability to encapsulate universal threads, or marks in time, at the same moment they allow for one to think about what goes on around us, fragments of life that might feel more immediate.


I get a lot out of taking time to quietly admire the work of photographers, and its nice to remember the things we do that make us comfortably silent.


There is an image posted by Bettina Pittaluga titled Roxane & Baptiste.

It made me stop and hold my breath for more than a few moments.

For me, this photograph illustrates power through quiet strength, but I think there is something in this image for everyone.


More recently, I've spent some time with the peices featured in Photovogue. To find a page, or source to get lost in, in a sea of information, is a breath of air. It doesn't feel often that we are exposed to platforms featuring sheer feminine strength and beauty, at the same time also making a commentary on critically minded events highlighting people and place.


It's a source I'm looking forward to spending a great deal more time with. I think it could be interesting to see Photovogue edit, or altogether remake many of our history books. (his)tory.




Revised 12.21.2022


The reflecting pond sat still and motionless as it stared deeply into the eyes of an elusive grey sky, a peaceful strength and serenity enforced by an unforgiving mirror. The impenetrable body reflected the thoughts of all who gazed upon its stillness, but still a presence which largely goes unnoticed. Very few register the depth and even fewer ponder its existence, but all who pass are reflected in its observant eye. Below the veneer lies a collection of observations. The depth of knowledge beneath the surface are known to no one, except maybe the few golden fish daring enough to poke their heads above the surface, relieved by the cold air returning deep within the protection of the pond. Swimming in the memories, compilations and syntheses of data and thought, gathered, stockpiled and stored forever, might be forever, sealed behind a sheen of forgotten insights.


As the clouded grey sky darkened and wisps of light slipped away, the pond turned to black opal, a deep and moving viscous. As the night aged on it revealed smears of red and blue haze studded by tiny white gems. The clusters of light shone against the shining glow that penetrated the dark night sky. The night never lost its breathtaking aura even as the pond unquestioningly echoed the scene in its surface, encoding and filing every placement, movement and direction down to the nearest atom, and further still.


The pond, gifted with an ingrained strain of concentration, never forgot a thing. It measured as time moved on, tracing evolutions, interruptions, and shifts in thought, wisdom, connection, and its ticking opposite. Trends and movements might only be marks of incongruence between human record and the score kept. Quietly the subtle ripples considered these afterthoughts of drawn periods of time, characterised only in concept by change and ambiguity.


Forgiving times invited a wanderer to sit and enjoy the serenity of the day, the briskness of the morning, the song of birds and the wonder of the sunrise, the quietness of the afternoon or the soft tinkling of the crickets in the fading light. It had seen the promise of children, running and playing near the water’s edge, gleeful, wild and spontaneous, hearts speaking strongly as they ran through grasses. But it had also seen the calm and calculated presence of the elderly. Creaking as they sat, heads hanging slightly weighed down by an affect of ceaseless gravity, though this did not undermine the knowingness and peacefulness of their gaze.


A greenhouse stood next to the pond and kept it company, often reflected in its mirror. When the sky moved and the days passed the greenhouse kept the pond company, glass walls and ceilings reflected back the light, considering a dialogue between the sun and the moon. There was a permanence, changing only in outward appearance, it was likely when one went, the other would as well. It was unclear what was in the distance, but it was hopeful at least, to consider a methodical interest in the navigation of time.


sometimes I think there's a comfort in quietly observing people

watch them smile


walk together


it reminds me that the world is good

that it's better to smile

to be kind

and to listen


i like to listen

there's a stillness in observation

sometimes, listening feels like more of a contribution than anything else


considering what it means to get packing down to a science

one method. everytime a move is made

an item is discarded


or maybe lost


if there was nothing to own, maybe we wouldn't need to understand science


it's nice to have a few material things

besides the puzzle is interesting


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