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New Orleans, LA

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 06:40:34 -0600

New Orleans, LA

Galveston, TX.

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 19:36:58 -0600

Galveston, TX.

San Antonio, TX

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 21:51:14 -0600

San Antonio, TX

Tombstone, AZ

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 21:50:33 -0600

Tombstone, AZ

Collecting music for my upcoming road trip. Any suggestions?

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 00:32:53 -0700

Collecting music for my upcoming road trip. Any suggestions?

This gave me goosebumps.

Tue, 28 Feb 2012 00:36:42 -0700

This gave me goosebumps.

Oh those desert skies…

Tue, 28 Feb 2012 00:20:51 -0700

Oh those desert skies…

Yellow knives are for girls.

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 16:31:08 -0700

Yellow knives are for girls.

Sabino is in bloom! Oh Tucson how I will miss thee! (Taken with...

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 15:26:30 -0700

Sabino is in bloom! Oh Tucson how I will miss thee! (Taken with Instagram at Bear Canyon Trailhead)

Possibility

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 17:39:38 -0700

I dwell in Possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors -

Of Chambers as the Cedars -
Impregnable of Eye -
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky

Of Visitors - the fairest -
For Occupation - This -
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise -

[Emily Dickinson c. 1862]

Home-made banjo. Patchwork carpet. Dirty feet. I could get into...

Thu, 02 Feb 2012 20:25:53 -0700

Home-made banjo. Patchwork carpet. Dirty feet. I could get into this.

[National Geographic: Exploring America’s Backcountry]

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

Wed, 09 Nov 2011 13:30:00 -0700

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

[W.B. Yeats c. 1897; The Rose]

Thesis, thesis, thesis.

Mon, 11 Apr 2011 20:58:00 -0600

“Tropical vegetation cannot well be described; but the fact that even when seen it is hard to understand, need not prevent an attempt to sketch the general features. The real trouble that meets the novice on the threshold of the tropics in the utter inadequacy of the English language to express the variety and luxuriance he sees in the vegetable world. Even in color his vocabulary fails him, and he must include in the name “green” so many distinct tints that at last he relinquishes the difficult task and falls back upon the commonplace epithets, or leaves his tale untold.”

- William T. Brigham, In the Land of the Quetzal. 1887.

I miss Guatemala.

Photo

Mon, 14 Feb 2011 12:00:06 -0700

Photo

Sat, 05 Feb 2011 12:00:06 -0700

Rain in Florence; if you view this full size you can actually...

Thu, 03 Feb 2011 12:01:07 -0700

Rain in Florence; if you view this full size you can actually see the droplets.

My last semester of college is proving to be extremely busy...

Wed, 02 Feb 2011 12:00:00 -0700

My last semester of college is proving to be extremely busy already so it’s nice to have memories of Italy - where my days revolved almost around entirely food. Chocolate cake before dinner? Why not?

Theology with Dr. Bronner

Thu, 23 Dec 2010 18:04:00 -0700

Lord God of nations unite us yet

By thy law, the Moral ABC of the free

Lest we forget, lest we forget!

For foolish heart that puts its trust

In manmade tube and iron sharp,

All passing dust that builds on dust,

And guarding it, calls not You to guard,

For frantic boast and foolish word —

Have mercy on thy people Lord!

A man and not a monkey, a man! Amen.

Renunciation - is a piercing Virtue

Mon, 13 Dec 2010 12:21:00 -0700

Oswald Chambers, Dec 12th

Personality is that peculiar, incalculable thing that is meant when we speak of ourselves as distinct from everyone else. Our personality is always too big to grasp… Personality is like an island, we know nothing about the great depths underneath, consequently we cannot estimate ourselves. We begin by thinking that we can, but we come to realize that there is only one Being Who understands us, and that is our Creator…

… If you give up your right to yourself to God, the real true nature of your personality answers to God straight away. Jesus Christ emancipates the personality, and the individuality is transfigured; the transfiguring element is love, personal devotion to Jesus.

(The title comes from an Emily Dickinson poem of the same name. Good stuff.)

Construction on the Uffizi.

Sun, 12 Dec 2010 12:03:00 -0700

Construction on the Uffizi.