Evidence that I am a nerd: I like transmission lines. It’s both a professional and an aesthetic interest. I like the way the geometric forms march across a landscape. I caught the moon coming up behind these ones just south of the Grand Canyon, in the Kaibab National Forest. The “forest” was more like scrubby desert. It was October 2011, and I had intended to camp out, but shortly after this photo was taken the temperature plunged to well below freezing, and I chickened out and rented a motel room instead.
Josef Sudek, Czechoslovakian, 1896-1976
From the Window of My Atelier
Gelatin silver print. Taken from Art Blart.
“The man who has no inner-life is a slave to his surroundings.”
Thank you, apoetreflects.
Please think about this as you go on. Breathe on the world.
Hold out your hands to it. When morning and evenings
roll along, watch how they open and close, how they
invite you to the long party that your life is.
I do believe in an everyday sort of magic - the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.