Whip out the old Nintedo system. I'm talking the 1980s version. They will be glued, I promise.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
c'mon honey you can do better than that!
take a look.
i am pretty proud!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I also got giant delicious organic peaches and a huge bag of pears for $.64. That's right, folks...SIXTY FOUR CENTS for eight pears. Plus a huge variety of nice crispy tart apples just the way I like em.
Monday, September 21, 2009
photo taken by my amazing brother, matt beatty
Sunday, September 20, 2009
And of course Darin, my hottie hub and the love of my life:
So it turned out to actually be a pretty good way to end the summer.
Anyone got plans for the Equinox?
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
meanwhile, housing/living changes are happening all over the place.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
our hostel, where we had a tiny cozy cabin, was rad. the Lazy Lizard: a little bit rickety and ramshackle but cozy, clean and cute as hell.
the three gossips. gorgeous ladies of the desert keeping watch on that dynamic land and all its situations.
filming a music video in the desert. those are the spectacles (or "windows) behind me but the top got chopped off so you can't really tell. most of the hikes i did barefoot in the softest red sand. amazing.
something about the desert....as edward abbey says, for me is "holier than a church." coming face to face with that kind of stark brave beauty of earth, sand, stone, wind: you are at once part of something elemental and universal.
I leave you with Abbey's beautiful words about paradox and bedrock:
“I am here not only to evade for a while the clamor and filth and confusion of the cultural apparatus but also to confront, immediately and directly if it’s possible, the bare bones of existence, the elemental and fundamental, the bedrock which sustains us. I want to be able to look at and into a juniper tree, a piece of quartz, a vulture, a spider, and see it as it is in itself, devoid of all humanly ascribed qualities, anti-Kantian, even the categories of scientific description. To meet God or Medusa face to face, even if it means risking everything human in myself. I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a nonhuman world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.”