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Month: August 2009

Occupational therapy

Beach 3, August 2009

The crappier my job gets, the more textbook my escapist tendencies. This is a common enough theme in many people’s lives. Still, I never seem to tire of making excuses for taking pretty pictures. I can think of little else under a leaky trailer blowing insulation into it’s belly. Stitched up in a tyvek suit, with a full face respirator that makes your eyes bulge with each breath, you tend to long for the open spaces.

Oddly though I’m growing to like my job- it’s is darkly peaceful in the tight spaces, and you can move tones around in your mind’s eye, because there’s nothing much else to see, and I can think farther into patterns and trace (or even anticipate) a chaotic sky or tide one or two cycles deeper there, and as such the thoughts I get take stronger hold and make a lasting impression, and I know what I want to see when I climb out. This, as aging compounds and indecision and apologia take root, is decent enough maintenance, if not a outright cure.

Are you coming in or going out?

Beach 3, August 2009

I went back to Kalaloch for the first time in many months. Frustrated all summer on so many fronts, it was easier to take a step back to the same thing and just insist on different results- mainly, just to enjoy myself. Similarly, this interesting piece of sandstone is either emerging from the sand or receding by erosion, but really; with enough applied scale, the differences don’t exactly register.

And some nice correspondence with people nearby and far away helped put things in perspective as well- so thanks for that.