Thursday, July 29, 2010

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The point was quiet, there was no wind

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We take a late afternoon drive up to the Grand Canyon. This is probably the last time I will visit this magical place before I leave to see the rest of the country. I joke, I make light of it. “No more big ditch for a while.”

 

But I will miss it. She has shown me something here that I never saw before. A bit of the awe which she feels for the place has rubbed off on me. It saddens some part of me that this will no longer be a scant few hours away. But I am glad to have been here, to have seen this, and to have experienced this with somebody who has a love for it.

 

We are at Shoshone Point, and we are alone. She tells me that the wind normally howls here. Today the point was quiet, there was no wind.

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Thursday, July 22, 2010

It's quiet here, a little toooo quiet....

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Gone gone gone.

I lose my words. I do so in a very literal sense. A journal, nearly full, has decided to leave my side. Disappeared somewhere between the relative safety of my truck seat and the chaotic rest of my life. It was a simple thing of paper and ink, but the ink formed a picture of the man in the mirror. The man is still there, but I wonder now; how he came to exist from the man he was before. How will I look back and learn from those experiences which I will inevitably forget?

 

Not all was lost. About half of it had been transcribed and stored for safekeeping in the cloud of the internet. I check the date on the last entry I typed, and see words of the changing year and snowfall. Six months of recorded thoughts and tumultuous emotion, which I won’t be able to read through in the years to come. It is not a big deal, I tell myself. They were just words, and there will be plenty more of them in the future.

Pic of the day – BIRTHDAY!

I had a birthday, there was a party. My twin sister showed up (among others). It was a good time:

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Thursday, July 8, 2010

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Pic of the day

Layers upon layers. They build up, they disappear.

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