Today I went out to my grandparents’ farm to help clear out some of the old buildings. I wish I had brought my camera with me. I watched my grandfather with his cane in hand as he looked at the old items that had accumulated over the years. I could see him thinking of the memories associated to each item.
My mother and grandmother were sorting through boxes full of old books when my grandfather walked in. He started asking about a box with some old photography encyclopedias inside. They both looked a little clueless and said that they might have already gone out to the dumpster. He turned to me and told me that he had been planning to give them to me. I decided to go out and give the dumpster a quick look to see if they were there, and sure enough right on top was a box with ten green photographic encyclopedias inside. When I went back in and showed him I could tell he was happy that I had found them. We talked for a little while about such topics as platinum process and cyanotypes. All in all my day was made in those 20 minutes.
There is something bittersweet about life changing epiphanies. On the one hand it is as if someone has slipped you the key to your own prison cell and told you to be free. But sometimes this new perspective can be overwhelming in its scope and vision. Life goes on and so must we, step after step marching along this unknown path. Our paths could cross again, or maybe never again. I do not see this as cause to fret, but as a cause for hope. Hope for the adventure, the excitement, the wonder, for these are what make life worth living. Above all I want you to find true happiness.
I wrote a story about riding to the ocean for today’s issue of Willamette Week. Read it here.
This is a really great article about a really great ride. Having done the ride through route 6 I would have to agree that the constant rumble of cars can be a bit of a killjoy; however the ride is still worth it for those moments of peaceful silence when you can really appreciate the grandeur of the coastal range.
Its probably a little stupid and definitely silly, but I dont like the idea of waking up tomorrow and being hundreds of miles apart.
Distance is always a bitch. No matter the circumstances.