Saturday, August 26, 2017


I'm in the dark place again.
Cold feeling in my chest.
No sleep or escape from thoughts.
No perspective.
No peace.
Who is God.

I don't speak this language
I recoil from it because it comes at me aggressively
asking intimate questions with no need for answers.
Are you spending time with the Lord?
Are you spending time in the Word?
Because you know, that's how he talks to us.

this pseudo-intimacy.

This line of questioning is so intrusive and shaming.
I have a physical reaction
I lean back and want to run away.
And then that feeling of isolation grows.
when will i stop asking for what they cannot give?


Tuesday, August 8, 2017

My speech is imperfect. Not because I want to shine with words, but out of the impossibility of finding those words, I speak in images. With nothing else can I express the words from the depths.

Carl Jung, The Red Book, p. 230

Big Bend Revisted

I found a better "smart phone scanner" app, so this is a test run to see how they look. 

This app is by Lomography, the folks who appreciate the grainy, imperfect film look. I could've cropped the sprocket holes and data off, but I kind of like it.