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the interior rooms and the endless distance

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A reflection of moments in time. Our interior rooms with the persistence of place and memory; beautiful and alarming, from past to present. And from attachment to freedom, we give thanks for the smallest of things such as breath and the endless distance.

the heart that only speaks for itself

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In the curated conjecture of thoughts and emotions, the heart seeks refuge only in its own desires.

the curated conjecture of our thoughts

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Even if things seem difficult now, know that all things are not always left behind in our interior rooms. But emerge within a museum of hopes and dreams.

walking along the trail, i found the east bay view

 

lake 2 text 300Lake Conestee, in Mauldin, South Carolina. The East Bay. A peaceful place to remind oneself of the fullness of life, sometimes.

the density of life, sometimes

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Lake Conestee, May 27 th 12:35 pm. The sun was bright and beautiful, but there was a heavy sense of density about.

so full of life, sometimes

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Lake Conestee in Mauldin, South Carolina on May 27th @ 12:30 pm. A quiet place to reflect on the fullness of life, sometimes.

the night outside my window | dream one (1)

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I recently published “The Endless Distance | Dream Two (2)”, while I was reworking different elements of this film. The first of short films in the “Outside My Window | Dream” series. A subtle re-imagining of my sailing and boating experience last summer on the Patuxent River and Chesapeake Bay. So often, memories emerge in a dream like a returning ecstasy. Creating new relationships to the experience. And there you are, floating into the night, viewing it as if looking through the window of your mind.