Exercises in dated music and willing subscription to social media.
Antique ax head, rusty pits spit shined, steel re-temperamented, historically buffed, handcarved hickory dickory and dock, artisanally aircrafted, spoiled linseed babied and oiled, rivetingly lathered (buckles only under pressure), beautifully bullshat, corned beef hashtagged and instantly grammed — just like the true pioneers use to do.
Belly of the whale.
Look what you've done.
All down the day, the summer's nearly done.
Boarded a plane six years ago --southbound to Florida to pick up a southern car. It was by no means the first time I flew, certainly not the first time I'd been away from home, but somehow through a culmination of life decisions the trip destroyed my perception of reality. I withdrew into myself, developed a high reluctance to leave home, and throughout the years I reduced leaving the ground to an impossibility. Across a hayfield, from the house I lived in back then, I watched the small planes come and go from the little, local airport. After dark I'd ride my bicycle to the end of the runway where it dropped off into Woodman Pond and stare up into the starry night sky. In dreams I was an airplane thief, in waking I saw myself much a coward. When I moved away from that house I buried those desires, I retreated from friends and partners, let so many of them go, and in many ways accepted my land-bound fate.
Until yesterday I think I'd given up on my ability to overcome that mind block, having considered it so many times, secretly feeling that I could not follow through -- lost my gumption and any lift under the wings. In this new chapter of my life I was given the greatest gifts of all -- a woolen blanket to keep me warm from Ma & Pa, a welder to do some mending from Randy, books and games, a timberframing chisel, bagels to eat and good company. This particular gift came in the form of a pilot's manual and some Flight School 101 from my ever supportive love, Coral. Accept change. As I flew low over the the town I was born in, then the town I grew up in, town after town, a hundred miles gone by in a blur, my parent's house and then the house I've been living in more or less for the past five years, a part of my heart leapt back into being. Flying, riding shotgun in an airplane, I found freedom. This week I can no longer say 'I could've sworn I was born a pilot'. I am left grateful for the people that believe in me, that have stood by me in love and patience. Endless love and thanks for my family, my friends and for you all. Bring, lift, build each other up. ♥️
A generation of newfound photographers all burning gas en route to the same commercialized canyons, the same a-frames and bridges across the globe -- never settling and not realizing that even for a body in motion the mind can cease to wander. I grew up less than a mile from here. Live beautifully and find beauty.
Done woked up from winter.
Suddenly so many frames, insights into photographer's lives, became falsities --staged, posed, self promotions feeding social addictions, and each one further from any sense of self identity left to promote -- peculiar iterations of personal reflection -- a collective, glowing sea of beauty projected, pixel by pixel, thrusted in and pulled voraciously out of pant pockets or tiny purses -- repetitive mechanical motions of machines cradling newborn machines and the slightest shadow of a satisfied smile when the story therein loomed larger than life itself -- punch-drunk parents bragging proud, partial resemblance to childlike creations wondering all the while 'Is it my own?'
Give it a rest. Take a break. Shut it down for a time. Peel your eyes away. Look up to see where you're going. Live first, share second.
Until then, farewell my friends. 👋🏼
Tipping a winter cap today to the most generous person I know, so unquestionably instrumental in the direction my life has taken. Shooting road signs with my worn out Red Ryder as we drove by, free styling late through the night in my little hatchback, chopping firewood until well after dark, learning to play accordion together in empty silos -- really, truly, undyingly believing in one another and supporting our budding dreams in full, without question. This was a simpler time some six years ago and the beginning to some really beautiful chapters of mishaps and successes. Could almost get lost in it a second time just in looking back. Miss yas, Randy.
Happy New Year, all. Here's to moving forward. 🌲
Today is my thanksgiving. Hard for the family to find a day on which we are all not working. In this tumultuous month I am grateful for my grandmother's teaching her children to sing, from her children to my siblings and I, and for all grandparents for that matter passed away with their visions and music passed down to their children and out into the world. This thanksgiving I am grateful for Rosalind Kupris, my grandmother just passed on with echos of Annie's Song suspended in time. I am thankful for Jack Dodd, passed on earlier this year, and for his warm family that has helped me to pursue my own ideas of music throughout these last four years. The loud jazz and classical music resonates still in these walls. I am thankful for my great wealth of friends and family that sing their way through the best of times and the bad. I know that in these small gestures we are doing the ones that came before us proud. Much love to all -- sing your hearts out. ♥️
In all sincerity -- if you are asking what now to do or where to go from here, this is one answer: First you must understand the why and how. You must accept the outcome in order to get your head back in the game. Show some integrity, show some respect and you will show some diplomacy. Do not stand idly in silent or even vocal disbelief. Do not hesitate, do not hide, do not run unless you are running toward a greater truth. Run for something, never from something. Always follow, never flee. Overcome initial anxieties (they may well be many), confront the issue and face the fear. Take stock of valuable thought and use every resource at your disposal (they may well be few) to lead by example. If you are lucky enough in this twenty first century to have access to technology then you, quite literally, have the world in your pocket and at your fingertips. Study everything and you will learn everything. Do not abuse that undeniable opportunity, do not let it consume you; instead use it to come to a better understanding of why and how the current state of affairs is so unquestionably tense. Be better than that which is not in your favor. Vehemently refute the idea that nearly half of this country is in favor of nuclear holocaust or of regression into a nation of sexism and racism. Stand up and continue to address the issues. Though this entire election has been gut wrenching from start to finish, do not run away. The objective is there, run toward it. Do not disconnect. To overcome any harsh hardships against all odds and to do so honestly and justly with poise will be truly beautiful. Chin up. It doesn't matter so much where you stood or stand politically. It doesn't matter so much what the people who came before us did or did not do. Here's to another day, to another year, to another lifetime -- we've got to relearn, in so many ways, to fix what is broken. The why and how, my friends, the why and how. This is my America. This is our America, every single one of us, so we've got to succeed in understanding one another. Now lift up that hammer, lift up that phone, lift up your neighbor, we've got some work to do. The time could no greater be nigh -- all those in favor
Kimba & Coral -- a couple of my favorite canines. 🐁🐀
Much has changed, yet much remains the same -- a wiser fool, a lighter heart, a better plan, a higher plane. 🌅