“He’s always looking out windows, contemplating something.” Jay Asher
Lost in Thought
Category: Sony 35mm f/1.8
Herd Immunity 2021
Last September I visited a group of locals to discuss Herd Immunity so today I went back to a different group to see how they felt about it. They didn’t seem to care or even entertain the idea but everyone was full of other advice.
They all felt that I should shoot wide and we argued about it for a few minutes while I shot at f/4. Finally I reluctantly switched to f/2.8. After viewing all the shots it was more about composition that aperture but this one is my favorite.
When I was finished she asked me about cow tipping which confused me but it turned out that she wanted a tip. So I thought for a second and asked her if cows have Buddha nature. She said Mu and we called it a day.
What Day is it?
String Theory
“Perfection itself is a flaw, an odd knot in the cosmic fabric of evenly-braided imperfections.” Khayri R.R. Woulfe
Animal Farm Revisited
“I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d, I stand and look at them long and long.” Walt Whitman
Silence
“In the end it’s all very simple. Either we give ourselves to Silence or we don’t.” Adyashanti
Time Enough at Last
“The trouble is, you think you have time.” Buddha’s Little Instruction Book
Creativity
“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.” Scott Adams
The Myth of the Self
“We are made up of nothing. There is no self. We are whatever we decide we are.” Frederick Lenz
A Look at November
“I live in a very small house, but my windows look out on a very large world.” Confucius
How Soon Is Now?
“When we see the shadow on our images, are we seeing the time 11 minutes ago on Mars? Or are we seeing the time on Mars as observed from Earth now? It’s like time travel problems in science fiction. When is now; when was then?” Bill Nye the Science Guy
Laughing All The Way
“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.” Rumi
