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everything flows // age of aquarius

  “sometimes i go about pitying myself, and all the while i am being carried on great winds across the sky.” -the lakota sioux amidst the afterglow of the holidays and the promise of my january birthday, i spend a lot of time ruminating.  and gallivanting.  ruminating and gallivanting – both inside and out.  taking…

walking among giants

we walk amongst the giants, that we may never lose sight of our relative importance. the undisciplined tongue adventureartartistblack and whiteblogbloggerbnwcoloradodenverdenver blogfreedominspirationinspirational quoteslifelightlovemountainsnatureoutdoorsphotographythoughtstraveltruthwomenwriting

the edge

the line, the tightrope, the razor’s edge. whatever you call it, we’re all walking it. between hopefulness and the absurd, confidence and arrogance, compassion and self-righteousness, freedom and the ego, awareness and judgment. most of the time i can’t even tell which side i’m on. or if there are even sides? or lines? and if…

in other words // hope

“i’m soft, i dream too. i let myself dream… it could happen. i’m ready. i’ve watched snails climb over ten foot walls and vanish.” -bukowski, “on the continent” the undisciplined tongue blogbukowskicoloradodenverdreamsgoalshopenaturephotographypoetryquoteswomenwriting

love my lens // baby

on wednesday, after a mere 20 inches of snow blanketed denver in the most glorious way, the storm broke, and as if by some deep and primal calling, we all emerged from our warm cocoons and into the wilds.  i took out one of my all time favorite camera accessories: my lensbaby.  true love. the…

you remember records

the snow swirls, the tea steeps, and i’m wrapped in the cozy sounds of sinatra’s velvety croons emanating from my grandparents’ vinyl.  i close my eyes and conjure up the joy of their 5 o’clock ritual.  of husbands and wives and sisters and brothers gathered together and celebrating life.  scotch splashing, ice cubes tinkling, as…

in other words // snow

“perhaps all the snow in the world will fall, burying everything, such silence, and then i will come out of it in the spring, different, cleaner, not born again so much as built up.” -rick bass, winter the undisciplined tongue blogcoloradodenverquotessnowspringwinter