Salvation.

Blessed be our free fall into destiny. Our slow burn. Our consuming fire. Blessed be the breaking and becoming. Blessed be the ugly. Blessed be the sweet sin. Blessed be the rage. Blessed be the grace.

Blessed be. Blessed be. Blessed be.

In the end, all words are just another way to say Amen. – Jeanette LeBlanc

Road trip

“I’ve come to believe that there exists in the universe something I call “The Physics of The Quest” — a force of nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity or momentum. And the rule of Quest Physics maybe goes like this: “If you are brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting (which can be anything from your house to your bitter old resentments) and set out on a truth-seeking journey (either externally or internally), and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue, and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher, and if you are prepared – most of all – to face (and forgive) some very difficult realities about yourself… then truth will not be withheld from you.”

CALIFORNIA – NEVADA – ARIZONA – UTAH

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The Kingdom

STUSSY X MAHINA X RISA (MUA) X ME
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Musings

Unfasten
Stripped bare
Back to the beginning,
Out of nowhere.
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.Sunbeam.

“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

Nathaniel.

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Moving passages.

People often ask me, ‘What makes a good photograph.’

I cannot explicitly describe to you what makes an aesthetically pleasing photograph or the reasons why one photograph will be considered better than another in technical terms. What I will say though, is that a good photograph, to me, is a picture that makes you feel something. Anything. Whether it be a good or bad emotion, it makes you feel something beyond yourself. It takes you somewhere. It gives you a moment, a glimpse into this other life; you are transported.

When I shoot, I shoot from the heart. I tap into an energy source greater than myself. It is a transcendent experience. I don’t just want to make pictures that are pretty, I want to create beautiful work that not only tells a story but also acts as a moving passage for the viewer. An image that whisks them away to a moment, a time, a place that is beyond our current boundaries.

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Sentire.

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”
― George Byron

Strolls through Chinatown.

Bare.

Sometimes cautionary tales and feelings of apprehension just go out the window when someone just knows how to make you smile.

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