summer-time...

it’s easy now too look back and say – it was nothing. it was while it lasted that it was difficult.
sitting many miles away from the finished but not presented project, i can look at it and say – it was good. the final touches have been applied, and anything else that i want to do is not necessary. the only thing remaining is to welcome friends and have a good time.
the coffee is cold and the day is sunny. my bike is at hand, as is my camera. the company is good and the hills are not too steep. opportunities and a relaxed frame of mind. i guess that summer is here, and with it the perks of shorts and sandals. and there’s months of this to come.
life IS good.

tri-

one step finished. one more remaining. at least one left for the future.
three by three by three. Even the address is 3.
it covers 3-squared months pictures, three months to decide, three weeks to select, three frames to pack it.
the opening is in three days. hopefully it will last at least three weeks.
close, closer, closure.

retaliation...

...pure and simple, against those among us that believe that there is no such thing as cyberspace, other than the impersonal source of information that is of any use to them.
... and that personal(ities) do(es) not belong here (albeit presented in the form of mockery).

the world that exists only within...

the principles that we believe govern the world. the real world. we strive to learn about existence, building our scope of understanding in time and with experience. and we deduce and comprehend, experience and test our ideas.
at the end of the day the ideas are theories, directed by philosophies, and belief of comprehensive comprehension is created.
and we probably know just a few bits more, maybe a byte. and there's something to exchange with likeminded people - a growth opportunity.

but that is still only part of the world.

an inner experince of the world

feelings that cannot be described. the perfection of balance. erotica.
the breathing rhythm 30 kilometers into the marathon, the recoil of the yo-yo, slicing dried meat with a very sharp knife, leaning into the curve on a monoski throwing spray meters into the air, holding a long note singing, that point when the photo shot achieves equilibrium, spinning in the english waltz, achieving simultaneous organisms, pulling back the bowstring, falling and being caught by bungee cord, feeling the keyboard springs when speed-typing, slow restrained breathing, speeding through a muddy puddle in the forest, thick honey dripping from the fingers, deep snow snowboarding through pines, a drop of sweat rolling down your back, turning the rudder into the waves, the resistance of the rope when ringing a heavy church bell, opening a can of tennis balls, watching the sun set beyond the horizon, the stretched step of running, rowing, blowing up a balloon, skindiving, skidding both bike wheels in the snow, hiking with a good pack on your back, focused muscle-relaxing in bed after a tough day.
slow breathing.
(this is still but a glance of the world)

how we look at things

- is never the same. it takes but a moment to change focus, look deeper or not focus at all. and then it is but another world.
you see what you choose to see. that is, if you can see at all. two sets of shutters opening a single view of – the world. there are so many steps to opening that last shutter...
probably the first step is just getting out, into the world. physically experiencing the matter that makes up our surroundings, and exciting our five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste - and last but not least - touch.
sight goes the furthest and most often gets you to places before you have reached your destination. the good old one could get you to the next hill, but now you can gaze upon the world through the window of a passing jet. and there are those sights that can take you back into the past, or even into the fantasy world that exists only in other people's minds. and it is great to show what you see...
sound gets around corners, and reaches the ears, giving us depth of space and richness of vibration. ever try walking down your hallway in total darkness, just jiggling your keys? ever imagine the finesse of spoken language that is lost when you take out the subtle sighs, short laughs, sobs, cries, murmurs, sounds of kisses... not to mention music. i would trade sex for music.
smell is the language of chemistry. chemistry becomes personal, but this form is one of distance. you can smell someone from across the room (hopefully - not), or the person that was in the elevator before you, the neighbor's dinner, roses in the garden, the cappuccino that is about to touch your lips. the smell of the city. this is the one that covers everything. just like everything that is "good for you" is supposed to not taste attractive, the smell of bad stuff is always stronger than anything good or pleasant. or is it just how we’re wired?
but taste is what gets you intimate. to taste is to consume, to ingest, to become at one, to achieve atonement. there is no cheating - there is no keeping distance. there is no greater experience. you might get a metal plate in your head, or an artificial hip, but the only consuming experience is that which results in taste. if might be the taste of your lover's lips, or that excellent spaghetti you had in that small italian village, or the bug you swallowed while on your bike, but its there. in you. forever. yet you will never be able to recall it. remember it - yes, but never bring it back to memory on demand. strange was the idea of the Designer - give you so much, but never everything.
then there’s the touch. touching and being touched. from putting your hand in coffee grains, running fingers over your lovers exposed skin, to the rubbery traction of a racquet grip, feeling air wrap around your bare torso as you run and the kitten’s licking tongue.
and that’s how we experience our surroundings. the physical surroundings…
which has nothing to do with how we actually understand the world and what it really means to us.