" sky access "

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it's so much lovelier here that i imagined. a convex/concave double-mirror'd world installed on an astrotuf hillock. and why not at all?

sublime design within simple shapes. this is the portal to a form of heaven on earth.

a lightness of being, the laughter of these small children lifting the weights of gravity off my shoulders,

and i lift away.

tonight's homework:

find a release in a moment, respect the purity of that moment, and let it extend towards its natural end. there are such beautiful occurrences throughout the day. i'm wishing you the best in locating just a one.

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" an adjustment towards sunlight "

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summer fridays and bright even light blazing through the branches of the swaying trees which line the street.

caressing shadows fawn over the tiled walls, and you see the perfect spot for someone to fit right into the geometry of the wall.

when you see the image in your mind, and have it come out so great, so close to how you envisioned it, these are the moments which sustain you.

these are the hope-bringers that you did something meaningful, and can go on to realize other dreams as well, no matter how large or small.

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" summertime alignment "

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it's the bright encompassing low sunlight with the extended deep shadows. we find ourselves walking down the streets where there is no escape from this quality of light, and its strength matches the loving closeness of humidity.

your skin feels damp and flush with the heat, and each step requires a shifting navigation of movement such that a small draft or gust of cooler air slips between the back of your shirt and the nape of the collar.

the afternoon pushes on as you engage it. there is no rush other than the self-imposition of wanting to get to point B in general. the faces of the people in the street resembles that of the suffering of the swelter, but you revel in it.

tonight's homework:

stay cool and don't be in a rush; life's pleasures are all in the details.

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" continuity of the mellow "

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getting lost in the sway and flush of long branches and the lush green leaves.

a true summer day is arrived, and the hypnotic wonderment entrances and astounds.

all points in the universe are converging, and just at the periphery, the sunshine hangs low, and dances at the edges of my field of vision.

everything is calm, at ease, and absolutely amazing.

tonight's homework:

practice a brief period of mindfulness. sit at rest, and allow yourself to be reintroduced to your environment. benefits within.

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" sun-kissed & baked "

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hark! the clouds break and the rains turn to a drizzle to a drip drop, then nothing but lovely golden silence.

the sunset beams burn their way through the cloud cover, and cleaves particles to reach our bodies. the lengthy travel between near outer space and our receptive molecules is near-instantaneaous.

we stand upon the rooftop and welcome the glowing warmth, which arrive in a dazzle of photons and particles unseen.

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" burnt caramel and stale molasses "

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"a subtlety, or the marvelous sugar baby," by kara walker: an artistic and multiple sculptural installation piece, as seen from the near-entrance of the now defunct domino sugar factory.

it touches upon the sugar trade itself, the subjugation of black women and sexuality, slavery, mammification, and racism in the states/in general.

powerful invisible fumes of dark sickly sweetness permeated the dank air inside the factory. the feeling of despair resounded throughout the space. we were not witness to solely a modern interpretation; we were allowed an entrance into seeing into the past. this was a time machine.

i noticed the diversity and the communal energies lingered on silence, small discussion, docent-led group tours, laughter, hipstery affected non-nonchalance, confrontations, discussions, and photography not because of photography, but so that people knew they were there.

all at once.

the themes explored, the majesty of the sphinx, the nuances, the odors, the lighting as they came into the space, shafted by the slotted windows high above...it made an indelible mark.

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" how it all happens "

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suddenly everything goes quiet, like the world's massive hands are cupped against your body. everything goes black and serene as only high frequencies lit and flutter above the vibrations.

this is how it all happens. and the universe expands into a million points of light making up the visual spectrum of all things.

your heart glows and the blood rushes. al sounds begin to layer and overlap until you hear everything, feel everything, and your skin is alive with the sensation of diamond particles.

there is no more platforms to stand on, just the realization that we are in motion and grounded by gravity. you sit in the presence of a reality between all realities. happiness expands like gentle waves lapping calm shores.

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" in the right place "

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dappled sunlight coming through the leaves of a tall looming tree with thick branches and it sways in the afternoon breeze.

warm luxurious air about. friends laughter permeates though the sounds of a crackling hot BBQ half-sphere. the juices sizzle as the white-hot hickory charcoal gleams a deep amber with white whiskers.

just beautiful beautiful beautiful everything. all good things exist in this space and time. we are not affected by anything happening outside the radius of the visible block.

dance songs echo through the studio room attached to the terrace deck, and we remove our shoes.

tonight's homework:

welcome summer into the fray, and get your feet wet.

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" dream development "

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i've had some strange dreams. vivid, alluring, horrifying, colorful, whisper-quiet ones. ones in which skeletons pop up out of the ground like a harryhausen flick, chasing me across a darkened schoolfield and i only can muster the energy to run in slow motion.

i've had ones where i speak to relatives who have passed away, to exes where we resolve our past arguments and silences, to the children that i haven't had yet. some mornings i wake up sobbing in grief, or joy, or awoken to reality out from a lifetime spent living a complete existence as an amalgam of myself and my past lives. most of my dreams take place at a time where the sun hangs low and languid, the golden hour.

there are dreams where i revisit places and locations that i've only seen inside of a previous dream. it's years later, and i recognize the terrain, the construction of buildings, structures, streets now devoid of life. it's a homecoming of such familiarity, that i start to question the nature of my consciousness, and debate whether this waking life is a dream being explored.

i love to fly in my dreams; it usually begins with the feeling of built-up energy, like my limbs will explode. a burst of electricity and i begin to swim into the air. mostly freestyle and breaststroke, and i am lifted higher and higher before i am soaring. such a feeling of freedom and weightlessness. it is a sustained elation, and usually only after becoming lucid while in flight, do i lose altitude, and crash to the ground.

there is a resolve that occurs each night, and it remains one of the most powerful tools i have to aid in the development of my better nature. it is a certain flavor of bliss which is rarely matched without the aid of a certain chemistry.

the lessons learned, the life lived beyond the veil of slumber...these are the powerful exercises where i go to when i sleep. the dreamworlds i inhabit, however ethereal, however comforting, however terrifying or haunting, always provides me with the opportunity for the reinvention and reevaluation of the Self.

tonight's homework:

spend some time preparing yourself for a restful sleep. it's not the easiest thing to do in the time of screens and artifice, but the benefits of a quiet calm and relaxation nearly ensures a deep sleep followed by the promise of visions.

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" examples of a man "

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it's a curious thing, the notion of what makes a man. in my life, i never had a direct instructional on how to develop those qualities which would be resultant in manhood. it was a smattering of observations, learning by osmosis from other men in my life, an assemblage of mimicry, and moments of flexing my own notions.

as i am now, it feels like i'm less a "man-man," and more simply a human. there are most definitely templates, stereotypes, and typologies of what the global man is, but we are all just shades of gray on the spectrum.

we all have the infinite potential for greatness and tenderness, where our mightiest power lies in having the notion, and knowing when to utilize it in support of our fellow people.

the beauty of our existence lies in our bold implementation of our personalities and is recorded by those around us through our actions. what makes you a man then, becomes less important than what makes you a good person.

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" a sign of a time "

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the kentile floors sign is coming down in the gowns area of brooklyn after around 50 years.

when people talk about their anchors shifting and landmarks disappearing, they include changes like these.

the scaffolding less a structure of reenforcement, and more of removal. from sight, from site, from heart.

fare thee well.
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" the best impromptu idea of the day "

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"meet me in the park," and time stood still. the stars aligned, cardinals flew past, and the sun hung long and low, golden and perfect. all the trees swayed gently in the deep afternoon, while we spread out the wood and coals in the BBQ pit.

no worries left, no stresses or pressing matters to attend to. nothing but sheer blisses and friendship blossoming in that lovely conversational time between arrival and grilled chicken sandwich.

this was how the universe was supposed to be; spending time with loved ones, cooking food out of doors, talking, hiding beer consumption for the police, and riding the day out in a manner of our own choosing. simplicity and summer joys!

excelsior!

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'' thoughts on a sunday afternoon "

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strength, beauty, power, trust, these are not the light-hearted states of being and living that the predominately weak-willed inhabit. we try to stay on task, do our very best, and try to do our best by others. it's this balance between the supposed strengths and supposed weaknesses where we find ourselves defining our truths.

at times we need reminders of our strengths, however seemingly insignificant. the aid of a friend in need, the helping of a stranger find their way, the comforting of someone in need of comfort. as in all of the best most compelling actions, it is in the simple things which resonate the most.

spending time with a friend on a walk in the sunshine, conversing about this and that. making the time to take the time to share the space to be with one another. it is everything good with your time spent figuring it out.

each second of each minute of each hour of each day of each week of each month of each year of your entire life is poetry in motion. the navigation of which will be a constant reevaluation of your values, the system of existing in a certain culture, and the amount of which you will dedicate to a measured integration into the lives of the people in those spaces.

i cannot promise that it will always be evident or as easy as recognition of these people, places, or situations, but i will say when it all comes together, it will be nigh immeasurably rewarding beyond even the furthest expectation. that i can promise.

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" beyond the periphery "

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perpetually moving and sometimes never locating our perspective until is appears. it's so difficult and strained. there is no light through the trees or solace in the silence.

finding the time to sit on a bench and look at the world moving all of its parts around you as you become the fulcrum. everything so simple and transparent. there are the lovely shadows, beautiful dappled sunlight through the swaying leaves of shuffling branches. the silence broken by laughter, the whirring of engines, and the click-clacking of shoes on pavement.

close my eyes and the world goes red and warm, and i'm enveloped by a kind of love which extends and becomes infinite. clarity in thought washes over me, and the way through become more crystalline.

tonight's homework:

get out of doors, and see the world with fresh eyes. no time to waste anymore. go go go!

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" always in a new place "

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i'm standing at the river's edge, looking out upon an afternoon filled with infinite possibility.

the sounds of the water laps against the granite pieces; crystalline peals with the reflected  echoes of rocks close together. the ferries pull into the docks, and churn the waters with massive engines.

just out of the periphery, sunbathers absorb dappled sunlight upon the expanse of their skin. a woman shifts and places her right forearm across her eyes; the palm of her hand cupped slightly and facing upwards towards the wide blue sky.

behind me is everything that ever happened, and in front of me, everything that will yet be. being at the focal point of memory at times feels like a sunny afternoon on an island somewhere in the world.

i am closing my eyes gently, and taking it all in.

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 watch me fly out of here soaring and gliding. see me fill the span of my wide wingspan with the winds of a new day. 
 all i see are innumerable opportunities stretching out before me, and expanding beyond the visible horizon. all of the invisible vibrate with a kinetic energy in the wake of my every movement. 
 i am the truth. i am the passion. i am the reckoning. i am love over evils, spirit over defeatism, the touchstone, the long pier, the amulet. i am the deafening roar in the deep caverns. i am the blade through tall grasses. 
 there are many more creatures in this world more powerful than i, but there are none more ready to present to all the gift of seeing something new. i am the sun, i am the radiant shimmer, i am all things. 
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watch me fly out of here soaring and gliding. see me fill the span of my wide wingspan with the winds of a new day.

all i see are innumerable opportunities stretching out before me, and expanding beyond the visible horizon. all of the invisible vibrate with a kinetic energy in the wake of my every movement.

i am the truth. i am the passion. i am the reckoning. i am love over evils, spirit over defeatism, the touchstone, the long pier, the amulet. i am the deafening roar in the deep caverns. i am the blade through tall grasses.

there are many more creatures in this world more powerful than i, but there are none more ready to present to all the gift of seeing something new. i am the sun, i am the radiant shimmer, i am all things.

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 bright stars in the causeways, bold and shimmering. the advent of a season marked by strength, vitality, an openness to be seen and heard. 
 we are those luminescent beings out in the world, unabashed by our sense of curiosity, or exploration, or sense of risk. it’s all an open invitation if you wish to come along. 
 feet forward, eyes open and staring directly into the overwhelming future with one foot in the present. you will see the remnants of our wake, and feel the long melancholy of remaining behind. 
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bright stars in the causeways, bold and shimmering. the advent of a season marked by strength, vitality, an openness to be seen and heard.

we are those luminescent beings out in the world, unabashed by our sense of curiosity, or exploration, or sense of risk. it’s all an open invitation if you wish to come along.

feet forward, eyes open and staring directly into the overwhelming future with one foot in the present. you will see the remnants of our wake, and feel the long melancholy of remaining behind.

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—- 
 back to basics. taking into account all the lessons learned, all the time passing and how it accelerates. 
 not enough never enough to just feel the passing inspiration to photograph. the passion and fervor for its full expression must be tempered only by the clarity of thought to do it. 
 it’s all there right in front of you. whether it comes out or not, whether it’s a successful image or a failure, it is valid. it had a substance and a place in the world, and it is absolutely special. 
 textures, stitching, angles and lines meeting, the arcs, the rough and the lilt. it’s all there, again with the smallest most delectable details. just look! 
 you are never wasting your time seeking the sublime in the sunlight as well as in those supple shadows. 
 this is one attainable form of unyielding bliss. 
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back to basics. taking into account all the lessons learned, all the time passing and how it accelerates.

not enough never enough to just feel the passing inspiration to photograph. the passion and fervor for its full expression must be tempered only by the clarity of thought to do it.

it’s all there right in front of you. whether it comes out or not, whether it’s a successful image or a failure, it is valid. it had a substance and a place in the world, and it is absolutely special.

textures, stitching, angles and lines meeting, the arcs, the rough and the lilt. it’s all there, again with the smallest most delectable details. just look!

you are never wasting your time seeking the sublime in the sunlight as well as in those supple shadows.

this is one attainable form of unyielding bliss.

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—- 
 tonight’s homework: 
 make a formative and to the best of your abilities, a comprehensive list of all of the things, objects, people, and situations you love. 
 some on mine for example would be my parents, brother, family, friends, exes, collaborators, homemade pizzas, ramen, fried eggs, pancakes, wandering, curiosity-fueled explorations, kissing, hand-holding, sitting quietly, cinema/theatre/movie-watching, the opera, ice creams, driving short distances, road trips, traveling through a culture not my own, smelling new smells, tasting new tastes, swimming in the ocean, meeting strangers and becoming friends, gadgets, camera equipment, photo shoots, portraiture, thailand street food, paintings, museum spaces and the people who inhabit them albeit for brief and fleeting moments. 
 and much much more… 
 perhaps make this list and keep adding to it. your interests, your loves, your desires, your missions in life, your dreams. 
 having this list all the time, and at the ready is a great reminder to see later on, on those days where you find yourself unsure of yourself, unsure of your dreams & desires, and unsure of your path. 
 these listed items will not only serve as a base from which you may venture forth anew with a sense of renewed confidence, but as markers of what to look for to guide you in the future. 
 they may shift and change; altering the list may be painful at times, and at times very satisfying. but in the long run, you’ll end up feeling that at least at one time, you had an opinion about something. you felt very sure at one time that these were those things, objects, people, and situations you love. 
 you had a truth, you lived by them, and they gave you strength. 
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tonight’s homework:

make a formative and to the best of your abilities, a comprehensive list of all of the things, objects, people, and situations you love.

some on mine for example would be my parents, brother, family, friends, exes, collaborators, homemade pizzas, ramen, fried eggs, pancakes, wandering, curiosity-fueled explorations, kissing, hand-holding, sitting quietly, cinema/theatre/movie-watching, the opera, ice creams, driving short distances, road trips, traveling through a culture not my own, smelling new smells, tasting new tastes, swimming in the ocean, meeting strangers and becoming friends, gadgets, camera equipment, photo shoots, portraiture, thailand street food, paintings, museum spaces and the people who inhabit them albeit for brief and fleeting moments.

and much much more…

perhaps make this list and keep adding to it. your interests, your loves, your desires, your missions in life, your dreams.

having this list all the time, and at the ready is a great reminder to see later on, on those days where you find yourself unsure of yourself, unsure of your dreams & desires, and unsure of your path.

these listed items will not only serve as a base from which you may venture forth anew with a sense of renewed confidence, but as markers of what to look for to guide you in the future.

they may shift and change; altering the list may be painful at times, and at times very satisfying. but in the long run, you’ll end up feeling that at least at one time, you had an opinion about something. you felt very sure at one time that these were those things, objects, people, and situations you love.

you had a truth, you lived by them, and they gave you strength.

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 strength, perseverance, vindication, exploration. these are some certain traits of ours which seek out truths. we want answers to our inquiries. we want justice for our injustices. 
 we want a solace and a serenity. 
 at times, we feel like a sea-boat atilt upon choppy waters, cast off from unsecured docks where the piers lack proper moorings or bays. 
 rain or shine, day or night, fog or sleet, we are craving a balance. if you stick to your heart, we’re going to achieve it. 
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strength, perseverance, vindication, exploration. these are some certain traits of ours which seek out truths. we want answers to our inquiries. we want justice for our injustices.

we want a solace and a serenity.

at times, we feel like a sea-boat atilt upon choppy waters, cast off from unsecured docks where the piers lack proper moorings or bays.

rain or shine, day or night, fog or sleet, we are craving a balance. if you stick to your heart, we’re going to achieve it.

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