Artist in Residence | Artist in Residence
Mar.11.2013
I am in a train going south from Seattle, Washington to Oregon, and this is what I see.
Stacks of lumber and lines of trucks.
Piles of rebar and blocks of concrete.
Downed trees and over-grown blackberries.
Water slick roads. Break lights. Trash. Rain.
It was sunny in...
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Feb.22.2013
More photos from this walk at The Quiet
Snow is falling at the Grand Canyon right now, and it is—quiet.
A cushioned cloister of snow-soft sounds. A feather-world of silent flakes. A hush, a whisper, a kiss.
And I think, I love snow. I love its padded footsteps, a cat on a carpet....
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Feb.01.2013
I knew soon as I got in my car that I would not make it to Williams, Arizona that night. That was my plan, Williams by 6 PM. But I had made that plan while sitting in my kitchen at home in Oregon. Not in a hotel parking-lot off of Hwy 395 in Carson City, Nevada. In Carson City, Nevada, Hwy...
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