It’s May 2020. The UK has been in lockdown for over a month leaving many people feeling isolated and anxious. Photographer Nick Pumphrey turned to where he feels most at home – the sea. In May he dedicated to taking his camera in the sea for every dawn of the month, and sharing his experience each morning with ten photographs on Instagram with the hashtag #DawnDaysOfMay. A Film by Greg Dennis: gregdennis.co.uk
I love this: Applause Encouraged #111415 by Scott Polach was Installed as part of Convergence, a site-specific show at Cabrillo National Monument in San Diego. Guests were checked in by a greeter, asked to turn off their phones, reminded not take any photos for a 45 min duration and were ushered to their seats. At the last light the group applauded, and participants were offered refreshments.
– First Day of the Week in Different Countries(I learned this the hard way when in my first job as a graphic designer in the USA I was assigned to design a calendar and I started the weeks on Monday. Right before the client presentation my US boss noticed the mistake. Oy! I have lived in the USA for 21 years now and can not get used to calendar views starting on Sundays.)
“For me, beauty is a physical sensation, something we feel with our whole body. It is not the result of judgement. We do not arrive at it by way of rules. We either feel beauty or we don’t.”
– Jorge Luis Borges
I am currently on day 54 of trying to experience myself and my life sans alcohol. (My goal is 90 days!) What an interesting journey this is, experiencing myself without ever escaping with a drink. I feel a bit like an onion, slowly peeling layers off, discovering new feelings and sides of me I didn’t know existed.
“Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable… I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours… Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing… If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.”
– Mary Oliver
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
(A few years back, I attended an AIGA conference in Minneapolis. I walked out of a quite boring session to grab a coffee and as I stood in line, I noticed the stunning, tall, very very well dressed woman in front of me. As it was her turn to pay for her coffee, she seemingly turned her very stylish purse inside out, unsuccessfully, to locate her wallet. The barista didn’t budge. I stepped up, ordered my coffee and paid for both hers and mine. I smiled at her and said: Love your stylish outfit! About an hour later, I am in the main conference hall and who steps on stage? Tea, the stunning, tall, well dressed woman from my coffee moment!)
While perusing small shops in Saugerties, upstate NY today, I discovered this Forestbound ESCAPE bag. I gifted it to myself. As I was looking them up once I got home, I saw that you can get your own customized bag. What a fun gift.
(As a trained graphic designer I admit the shape of the P is killing me.)