10-4-28

Urban Garden.

10-4-27

There are oddities that are rarely considered, partially because they are so obvious, partially because they are so nonsensical, partially because there's no reason to consider them. For instance, I will never see the back of my head. Never. Not that it matters. Still, in a world of observed experiences, which is all we really have, it's somehow disturbing that something that is so close to me, that is such an integral part of who I am can be so disjointed from me. Silly, I know, to even consider this but when we consider "cogito ergo sum" or "I think, therefore, I am" you start to look for the proof that you're thinking. You look for concreteness in anything, and though, independent thought, is hard to prove, as perhaps it's simply a sum of parts specific and without choice or thought affecting them. I can't prove that the back of my head exists, I've never seen it. I can't even prove that I'm thinking for the idea of thought may be misinformed. But then I see a stream of sunlight penetrating the deepest, darkest corner of my front hall. I might have thought it impossible that the sun could touch that part of the wall, especially with the curtains drawn, and yet there it was, convoluted enough that I thought to take a photo of it as confirmation.

It's little events like this, when noticed, that make it possible to believe there is such an entity as thought that can be compiled as proof of existence even if you can't see it. I mean, I do believe the back of my head exists. But with any proof there isn't validation, and perhaps that's the next step. Descartes proved in his own way that he exists and I'm prepared to believe that but now there needs to be purpose.

Edit: This.

10-4-26

I've been taking lots of photos with the little camera lately. It's almost unfortunate that it takes such a reasonable photograph because if it didn't I'd be hauling around the big camera more often which undoubtedly takes a better photograph. Anyway, things are hectic these days, there's not a lot of time to consider much else than the task at hand so the little camera that fits in a coat pocket is probably the only choice these days since it's a rare moment that I even get to stop and consider a photograph.

There will be more film in the near future. There are several rolls waiting patiently in my fridge to be developed and a couple more closing in on the end of their useful life inside a camera to two floating around my house.

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Above Squamish near the Garibaldi Provincial Park is an incredible network of mountain bike trails. I suspect on a clearer day the views would be spectacular but even today with the rain and the low clouds there were a couple of stunning vistas.

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Watching the watchers.

10-4-21

Left handed cowboys.

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10-4-15

I've been sick for the last three days. I wasn't even sure I had taken photographs each day but apparently I had. Not inspiring but photographs nonetheless. I should be better soon though. And healthier too.

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The car thing. I don't know. I take a lot of photographs of cars. Maybe it's a pride thing, understanding pride I mean. A material object as a representation of an emotion. There is no good reason to own this car. It doesn't move. It has a wee card tucked under the windshield wiper begging, "car for sale?" It's dreams. Materialized. Like bicycles or record collections, it's a merit badge showing some level of accomplishment. I have a couple of these, or similar, in my garage. But I like it, all matte black and angry like, chock full of testosterone. Owning it, or similar, may make up for some deficiency somewhere, because Christ knows there's lots of deficiencies in my life that need making up for.

I've had the money in the bank for a while now. It may be time to go car shopping. (That's a metaphor, for those of you keeping score)

10-4-11

Stolen moments. There aren't enough of them. There needs to be more of them. This one was brilliant.

10-4-10

I spent the better part of the morning exploring the idea of friction inspired electron transfer theory.

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10-4-8

Hiking boots and an enduro motorcycle will be in my future.

10-4-7

...the sky like strawberry jam, dreams as sweet, and a cold night yearning for heavy wool blankets or a body to keep me warm...

10-4-6

I'm not one to generally be starstruck. There are few famous people I would like to meet. If I were to be a fan of someone it would be a fan of their work, not necessarily the person. I would have liked to have met Salinger though.

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10-4-4

"I found one. I found an Easter egg!"

10-4-3

It's getting easier and easier to miss days. I'm not sure that is a good thing.

10-4-2

My new "little" camera takes better pictures than any "little" camera I've ever owned. But with a picture like this in contrast to the rare photographs I find with my "big" camera (yesterday and the day before) the difference in quality is like a punch in the nose.

10-4-1

I wonder if that's true.

10-3-31

There are a number of cars that show up on here. I'm not sure why that is.