Fort Casey Washington

 

 

A Room With A View

 

This has been my home for the last week....

 

 

Beauty, aye.

I can see the ground.

Wearing shirt sleeves and red faced, tanned and wind burned, chilled but exhilarated, I feel the end of winter has finally arrived. These photos represent a hint of this change. Physically I’m in motion, emotionally I am finally stationary.

It is not just the intoxication of motion and the movement of gale force winds signaling this transition. But I am also finding direction from this community, an assembly of astounding people-writers and artisans who surround one another with grace while propelling all these divergent voices forward.

I’ve been thinking about beauty lately. The constant influence of such a thing on my life---compounded by the lack of logic associated with any sense of inspiration. I crave the incomplete yet addictive satiation, and movement borne of an appreciation of that which is intangible.

Most, if not all, the bad decisions of my life were made in pursuit of beauty. I am powerless to look away-to step back and reconsider, to embrace a more proactive stance.

Beauty has defined my location, often my occupation, and always my heart’s attachment to that of another.

I suspect this is the epitome of a shallow man; One who defies logic in place of something which by its definition is fleeting and subject to change at any time.

Still I suppose that this depends on the current definition of beauty.

If anything this blog---especially the images found here, stand as my attempt to reconcile my fragile and transitory affair with a pursuit of beauty with an equally transitory and fragile sense of reality. After all, beauty has always been best defined as most perfectly reflected in the eye of the beholder.

Here is where that eye gazes, eyes wide open.

 

 

 

 

Going Somewhere No Time Fast

 

Today Kelcy receives 25 Mystery Hot Wheels. 25!

This is a sample of my own addiction...

I keep telling Kelcy she never has to quit collecting. I say to her every chance I get,"Kelcy even Big Kids collect Hot Wheels."

She says in response, through the middle of a big, dramatic, seven-year-old's sigh, "Oh Uncle Tim..."

I think that's universal kid speak for "you are such a dork but I love you anyway."

And seriously, what's not to like about that kind of acceptance?

 

It never ends...

 

I'd like to think we are at the tail end of this second, rough and tumble winter. But my computer is beeping with yet another winter storm warning, due in tonight. Ah another lovely commute. Wonderful.

This week the temps dropped back below zero at night. It was stunning, with the full moon and new snow and frozen breath.

Still, I am inclinded to visualize change.

I've had a herd of white tail hanging out. They are consuming everything that dares lift its head about the snow...

We've had some talks the deer and I.

I've learned they aren't good listeners.

 

Alpenglow

 

 

What ten below looks like in the middle of March.

 

 

There are some who have questioned the Christmas Lights remaining up, and lit, clear into April. Many people know that I made a promise to my grandmother on her death bed that I would no longer leave the Christmas Tree up all year long. Of all the things to trouble a person at their final moment, this was not one I would have expected.

Anyway, I did make such a foolish promise. The tree is down. But the lights, well that is a problem. It keeps snowing. I have no idea where the cords lie, and thus I can not unplug them. It's complicated and the idea of shoveling through the ice, and probably through the cords-uh not so appealing.

So we are celebrating Christmas for Easter. Personally, I find the idea somewhat revolutionary.

 

I always like taking this picture...especially when the light is right. It just seems to open up a sense of possibility. Reflection, looking inward and seeing a different perspective-I suppose its symbolic of the opportunities created by light, horizon, and yes, clean windows.

 

 

Icicle Light...