three things

Three Things ( Links )

A couple of years ago at Green Apple Books in San Francisco

Some things to help make it better:

1. At The Paris Review writer Jill Talbot wrote about the last year with her daughter before her daughter went off to college. She writes about love and loss and letting go and of course the dynamic between mothers and daughters. And it’s beautiful. It took me over a month to read all 18 entries. I took my time, trying to make them last. I didn’t want them to end. Part one begins here.

2. Sylvia Plath’s Food Diary. Sometimes twitter can be good. Even great.

3.This version of Rod Stewart singing Maggie May with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra is a pure joy to watch and a pure joy to listen to.


looking · photo essay · walking

Simple Things

I have lived in this area for a little over 16 years. I only meant to live here for six months. That was the plan. God. Plans. Insert laughter. Next month at this time I will be vacuuming the carpet for the last time, dropping my key off at the manager’s apartment and driving a hundred miles north to start a new chapter. It’s a move up in more ways than one although in these uncertain times I’m not sure for how long. But it will give me a chance to take a deep breath while I figure out the rest. So in between packing and taking care of things and finding a mover and letting go and moving on I hope to get a little more walking in especially to places I haven’t normally gone. During these past six months I’m learning to take one day at a time and I think I’m getting better at it. Taking pleasure in simple things. Washing dishes. Making tea. Throwing a three day worn shirt into the hamper. Learning Japanese. Putting on music. Opening the window to fresh air. Blue skies.

Especially blue skies.

looking · photo essay · san francisco

Golden Gate Bridge ( 1986 )

Golden Gate Bridge 1986 ( Canon AE1-Program )

All three taken at various times in 1986.

I read somewhere that people who live in San Francisco take the beauty of this Bridge for granted. It doesn’t excite them anymore. I know one thing doesn’t apply to everyone and it’s been a long time since I lived in San Francisco (at three different times in my life), but as someone who was born in SF I don’t ever think I will not love this Bridge. Every time I come through the Robin Williams Tunnel from the Marin County side the first sight of the Bridge, in all its majesty, and the skyline of the city behind it always takes my breath away. I hope I never lose that feeling.

p.s. I got my first camera in 1985 and for three years I roamed the city taking pictures. Some of them good. A lot of them bad. Some of them of something and a lot of them of nothing. For TBT I will be sharing some of them here on Thursday’s. Please enjoy!

photo · reading · walking

9.1.2020

High up in an apartment block in Toronto, Viggo Mortensen was padding around barefoot, cleaning up the kitchen after lunch and speaking, in his soft-voiced way, about his longing for immortality. “I’m not afraid of death,” he said, wiping down a counter with a damp cloth, “but I resent it. I think it’s unfair and irritating. Every time I see something beautiful, I not only want to return to it, but it makes me want to see other beautiful things. I know I’m not going to get to all the places I want to go. I’m not going to read all the books I want to read. I’m not going to revisit certain paintings as many times as I would like. There’s a limit.” He paused. “I mean, I understand limits are good for character and all that, but I would rather live forever.”

Viggo Mortensen (New York Times Style Magazine – December 2011)

Some things stay with you. I have gone past the age when I realize I will never have time to read all the books I want to read. That I will never see enough sunsets to fill my heart. That I will never accomplish the things I wanted to. Laziness. Lack of courage. Fear. But I don’t want to live forever either. The time we have is the time we have. You start from where you are is what they say. I mean, where else are you going to start?

I’m not sure where I’m going here except that last evening I got my butt up and drove to the lake near where I live and walked a little and saw the sun set – peaking through the smoke of fires that have been burning for over two weeks now – and it was kind of beautiful.

Later:

A few days after our meeting, Mortensen called and left a message on voice mail. He had been thinking about what he’d said regarding immortality and he was concerned now that perhaps he had taken too vehement a position: “I know I said I wanted to live forever and I would never be bored, but the reality is, it’s probably kind of sad to live forever if you’re the only one sticking around. I guess living through injury and disease is pretty hard too, so I don’t know — maybe immortality is not such a great thing. You know, Freud accepted his lot very stoically and very well and with a sense of humor. He aged and died gracefully and there’s a lot to be said for that. Still, it would be nice to live a little longer, with your mind intact and your body reasonably functioning. . .”