Moonshine Junkyard

a beautiful documentary...borrowed from chelsea ... The Same River Twice , 2003 by Rob Moss. rob moss filmed the original footage on a river trip in 1978. his group of friends took a 35 day journey down the colorado river in boats; a big naked wily free spirited community. he then revisits some of his friends twenty years later, at their disparate homes and lives in the late nineties.  you get to peek back and forth in time to glimpse moments in these very different parts of life.  wild naked river, skin and sky and rock. office, medicine cabinet, cars and kids. i love it because it is never judgmental; moss doesn't tell us what to think about either the youthful time of carefree adventure nor the responsible time of partnership and family life, nor any of the varied responses the characters have to the span of these years. we just watch with open hearts. it is a moving experience. it is a particularly poignant experience f...

i just stayed up late (darin's on graveyard shift) watching the most amazing movie, Cria Cuervos from 1976 directed by Carlos Saura. it has everything i love, ghosts and sisters and imagination and heartbreak and sass. if you've got four and a half minutes, watch this clip...this song is now permanently stuck in my head and i'm kinda glad about that, especially after what starts to happen right around 2:08 aaaaannnnd after the CRAZY AMAZING post addie wrote yesterday that started about aging and fertility but turned into an all-out celebration of our sisterness and friendship and love and our amazing journeys over the years, i'm feeling pretty damn sisterly at the moment. life is bliss when you have a sister to share everything with, pure and simple. to share all those crazy experiences that give your soul the truest beauty. and if not a sister, then a cousin or a mama or your sweetest girlfriend...you all know what i mean. (that...

(it appears that there is no end to the cheesy titles i can come up with...) so we went to the most amazing place to do some filming on saturday. darin and stan had told me all about it the first time they met the owners and scoped it out, but i just had no idea it was going to be THAT RAD.  we spent the day, i could have stayed forever. please enter through these sweet swively old-timey saloon doors... it is a place called jawbone ranch, like an old encampment of rustic wooden buildings made of 100 year old timber, scattered on a green hillock just a couple miles out of town overlooking the red leaf and pinetree valley.  this is the cowboy bunkhouse, well cowgirl i think i should say. the proprietess does all her own decorating and antiquing and is absolutely obsessed with the wild west. she collects all these antique quilts, teddy bears, long underwear, bed frames, saddles, candles, sheepskin ...