tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48883128093553760772024-02-19T11:07:09.328-06:00Elements of LifeTerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-32994782785656867602011-08-28T20:35:00.002-05:002011-08-28T20:54:53.430-05:00Summer in Seattle started three weeks ago, just in time for my vacation. Both of which I am very grateful for. I am learning to relax, to let my high strung nature lay a little bit lower, and to notice things like the reflections of light on water dance along the underbellies of pine trees. This time of notice, and of details, nudges my mind into reflection of what I love, what I like, what I dislike, and what I am grateful for.
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<br />Which brings me to my first list in a long while, in no particular order, of things that I love:
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<br />Sunshine
<br />The color silver
<br />Cheese that smells and tastes like the barn it was made in
<br />The idea of being giddy
<br />Matthew
<br />Photography
<br />Arts, education, and the students
<br />My family
<br />My family's dynamics
<br />Lucero
<br />The afterglow of running
<br />Strolling around farmer's markets
<br />Dogs in trucks
<br />Road trips
<br />Rolling hills and open plains
<br />Growing tomatoes, hoping one will turn red by the end of the summer
<br />Writing
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<br />With little thought put into this list, it's cathartic to write. Thank you for reading.
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<br />Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-8980837776722764842011-07-31T17:48:00.003-05:002011-07-31T17:57:10.616-05:00Weird Images From Long Shot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN93fMp49RrULnP6JMAXWBDOdwlOvoxdAyRFnCWqK5ZwIzuOOvu9d4Pip8XsrceDy_hXiANQ1ONYAwnFCeJh24uZCJWE5c4vJp0G1Wq7qHNgF62ud0BtZobzY57D7GEhX3ckbHlfY9oBSv/s1600/70170005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 788px; height: 800px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN93fMp49RrULnP6JMAXWBDOdwlOvoxdAyRFnCWqK5ZwIzuOOvu9d4Pip8XsrceDy_hXiANQ1ONYAwnFCeJh24uZCJWE5c4vJp0G1Wq7qHNgF62ud0BtZobzY57D7GEhX3ckbHlfY9oBSv/s1600/70170005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635653473513798162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6whKZ3XEXMllVOCej3qIHip0LywMNCIWhlQh8zvGDoNsPziL8_TWrNvguLR68x6-JlDmAdrJTFC__ZwDe-Ofp9XBnmpA2E_udvv22o7WmGGhgMWGjVZI6LRLsVOJlzaJH53G-DYsbx-j9/s1600/70180003.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 788px; height: 800px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5zkSsR0kMa6QoeXn4wq0n-qSU3yDBL60B78MwmIBP9fFO_VWiuvKzH9B_ToHYytPZMxUJBGvK0k4H2wks9uk1NGF-PMqXe-zNuFAly6VFARlmC4wPpVXVydFHeRBiIbeLNVYMh5rfUKX/s1600/70170001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635652742966721458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-OKW7F3LsmpMkRYSy13sK81po4tPkZd2oz4pMbE3b2XWq6IEQ_whYJ-KaiYbtis8TXEiQFF_ZfuPCMqCd7DerwAoYLLeDZ9_3Kcj5lGu-ItunSrXCDB5mW123ljFPEd1QAwWn1ejx3_M/s1600/70160007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 788px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-OKW7F3LsmpMkRYSy13sK81po4tPkZd2oz4pMbE3b2XWq6IEQ_whYJ-KaiYbtis8TXEiQFF_ZfuPCMqCd7DerwAoYLLeDZ9_3Kcj5lGu-ItunSrXCDB5mW123ljFPEd1QAwWn1ejx3_M/s1600/70160007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635652736913613298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0KnO0AxExNIM9XNagyvIsmDnh1AOiZL6qJnIm6nMyml0MZHFJbSXx8b3_cQt3IcVtgyWXFomsTlPB3SemJxen69eHLwyNmK3rkzcQ1fPZLUc_qGvk0x1YJe_oMOIkMjgnkcmgTKy2Z3F/s1600/70180005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 788px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0KnO0AxExNIM9XNagyvIsmDnh1AOiZL6qJnIm6nMyml0MZHFJbSXx8b3_cQt3IcVtgyWXFomsTlPB3SemJxen69eHLwyNmK3rkzcQ1fPZLUc_qGvk0x1YJe_oMOIkMjgnkcmgTKy2Z3F/s1600/70180005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635653475643065602" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-12049313142588129972011-06-25T12:44:00.011-05:002011-07-01T11:49:41.258-05:00Sidewalk AdventuresThe only thing that I have found to stay constant in my life is change, so it seems only natural to evolve the content, perhaps title, of this blog that is my narrative self. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The Wandering Rambling Circus of Encounters</span>... <span style="font-style:italic;">Human Nature in Terms of Dog Poop</span>, or <span style="font-style:italic;">Sidewalk Adventures</span> come to mind...<br /><br />Life is pretty interesting in Seattle, and I'm hoping this summer brings more stories, because I speak of these adventures in tones of irritation, but really I enjoy immensely the education that they bring... <br /><br /><br />It has been an eclectic adventure since I moved here one year ago. I have encountered more passive confrontations involving dog poop than ever in my life. Now two weeks ago our mail delivery stopped after the mail carrier saw our dog, Nora, the kissing (should really say licking) queen, in our yard without a leash on. <br /><br />In Seattle culture, where dogs have seemingly human rights, they can also be punished and resented as a human would be. No dogs in the middle school field down the block, but yes dogs in the cosmetics aisle of Walgreens. Hidden agendas, passive aggressive pleas, and I find myself wishing for anonymity, for lack of eye contact, and a general mind your own business stagger. Back home when you have toilet paper stuck to your shoe, someone tells you simply because they want you to know. In Seattle, they tell you the same thing, but they probably want you to use it to wipe up your dog poop too. <br /><br />It's been good for me, because now I've learned to laugh when people tell me what I should or shouldn't be doing. But I often walk away with a really good retort that I wish I'd been witty enough to say at the time. Which, I think is a pretty universal feeling. <br /><br />More photos to follow...Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-91845756345984186472011-05-25T19:58:00.008-05:002011-05-25T20:32:36.659-05:00 24 Hours, Hundreds of Photographers, One Photo CenterI have been working on a event for the Photo Center NW, a crazy cool nonprofit organization dedicated to photography and community in Seattle. The event is called <span style="font-style:italic;">Long Shot</span>, and is a 24-Hour Photo Marathon where you shoot for 24 hours (although sleep deprivation is not required) with any camera, any where! You pledge 24 dollars, which supports the Photo Center, and then after the shoot you have approximately a month to submit your photos, frame the chosen one(s), and then send that to the Photo Center for us to hang in our exhibition that is a culmination of everyone's work. We sell the photos at a big crazy party celebration and the proceeds go to the Photo Center. It's a great chance to not only have your photography exhibited and sold, but to be part of a community, no matter where you are. <br /><br />It sounds complicated, but it's really not. The Photo Center NW website can explain it a bit better than my rambling words can, but ultimately what it is is hundreds of photographers, or people who appreciate photography but really have nothing more than an iphone, being creative and seeing the world and their community through the eye of a lens for a day. <br /><br />I hope you think about signing up to be a part of this creative spark, it not only tickles the creative brain, the event benefits the Photo Center and Seattle photography/education community. <br /><a href="http://pcnw.org/longshot"><br />Sign-Up Here</a>!Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-79590632280064941772011-04-22T10:59:00.004-05:002011-04-22T11:09:00.889-05:00Vantage Climbing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4hHCjvtV6G3s2FLns2hIeVKT9lysDp5EgBW0bRFt2SeMIQLlV-oolXfnI0c4iBAc7KeEB_NoLaFZ_kAn5Z23inuKWbj0kg3buOZdrq3Z7plDlrllxKJQqbAWOM96EazWpTANBDxKs9e6/s1600/03vantage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4hHCjvtV6G3s2FLns2hIeVKT9lysDp5EgBW0bRFt2SeMIQLlV-oolXfnI0c4iBAc7KeEB_NoLaFZ_kAn5Z23inuKWbj0kg3buOZdrq3Z7plDlrllxKJQqbAWOM96EazWpTANBDxKs9e6/s1600/03vantage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598440394723213058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwFivTaV3IDZ-7MdckgQ3oTRd0rlJbCO_Z2SciTgpfiGTVGTzWQor81P0NHhqbNb6QI9uLXOMUwbLG3wzQmoafk-dgsfyWifbf1YUBEIOHL6fTzF8YkZcM_TdTnqGqsJk-S_pOpTeYJO-/s1600/08vantage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwFivTaV3IDZ-7MdckgQ3oTRd0rlJbCO_Z2SciTgpfiGTVGTzWQor81P0NHhqbNb6QI9uLXOMUwbLG3wzQmoafk-dgsfyWifbf1YUBEIOHL6fTzF8YkZcM_TdTnqGqsJk-S_pOpTeYJO-/s1600/08vantage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598438882468928546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssTx18g_jxa12IWYjr09XeWUQ58N5rUs4H3WUGEb9eluMAp0-8uRwpD7f8Gea8vxk8El01HH88-gjCK86Myaw9xPjMMzhvGBLj1LpFewMUX5b2mLiK6lpNJtJxgp8T5NZe95OkygZFwhK/s1600/02vantage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssTx18g_jxa12IWYjr09XeWUQ58N5rUs4H3WUGEb9eluMAp0-8uRwpD7f8Gea8vxk8El01HH88-gjCK86Myaw9xPjMMzhvGBLj1LpFewMUX5b2mLiK6lpNJtJxgp8T5NZe95OkygZFwhK/s1600/02vantage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598438877499241666" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-59671872880122911962011-04-12T22:22:00.003-05:002011-04-12T22:46:06.308-05:00JoyI have been walking my butt off lately...I have no car, so I rely on those long and lovely legs of mine to keep in shape and carry me to my obligations. Since the arbitrary time change last month, I have been walking myself, walking Nora, walking with boyfriend and friends in the glow of the evenings. I like to be a creep and peer in lit windows against the gray orange background of dusk and make up stories of the people that I think live in these houses. It's become quite fun, like a bedtime fairy tale or daytime nightmare. Entertaining and imaginative... The house on 25th and Charles has well manicured bushes, hummel figurines in the front window, and has monogrammed shutters so they have lived their since the 1950s and are a retired couple; one a high school teacher, the other a clock maker. They house on 27th and Cheery has an unruly amount of dandelions and peeling paint so they like to watch 30 Rock taped on TiVo because they work two jobs. <br /><br />Lately I have been rock climbing and getting back into hiking as the snow melts ever so slowly from the tops of the Cascade mountains. I have cameras, but they are all film, and those dozens of rolls need to be developed and then delicately and laboriously transferred to digital for our era. I work at the <a href="http://www.pcnw.org">Photo Center Northwest</a> in Seattle, so you'd think that would be easy to do. But we never set aside time to do the things that bring us the greatest joy. <br /><br />That is what these evening walks have been for me. Joyful. <br /><br />Years ago I had a boyfriend and a group of friends who made lists of things that made them happy, or things they were grateful for. Things that were small, things that smelled, things that were yellow or things that were irritating but hysterical. I have not made this list yet, but the lines are forming, and I continue to write letters to my friends, because THAT would be top ten things that make me happy in a list of probably hundreds. <br /><br />Although I find Seattle fascinating, I miss my friends in Illinois.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-16940316050553561252011-02-25T13:19:00.006-06:002011-02-25T13:31:07.724-06:00Crazy Birthday Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxdtL_clrE7CDYdnuOT7IZU0gM2MutwR6a4JDryI2tCARkQUVYPkpXs60FGyqfy0ZDnL8sav2RI-qYyRtCmKuy880cGyQtIeN9pgdkkgaMYKs33kRfQv5jglK5C3Aq3VuMvf8zeQrQ7LX/s1600/roadtrip318.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 534px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxdtL_clrE7CDYdnuOT7IZU0gM2MutwR6a4JDryI2tCARkQUVYPkpXs60FGyqfy0ZDnL8sav2RI-qYyRtCmKuy880cGyQtIeN9pgdkkgaMYKs33kRfQv5jglK5C3Aq3VuMvf8zeQrQ7LX/s1600/roadtrip318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577711468438268866" /></a><br />I was in Chicago last week for my Mom's 50th birthday party. 60 of our families closest friends packed our house last Saturday and brought wonderful food, drinks, and stories of the past and present. The night began with a champagne toast and culminated with a dance party, during which we nearly "cut the rug", or carpet rather. Needless to say it was amazing. I was too busy drinking and conversing to take pictures, but at some point there were bag pipes being played in the dining room. This is a picture that my man <a href="http://www.matthewphoto.blogspot.com">Matthew Williams</a> took, but doesn't like, from new years eve, which was a similar party but not as exciting as this past birthday extravaganza.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-61805122899202880792011-02-09T13:08:00.004-06:002011-02-09T13:37:35.630-06:00How Do You Speak with Love to a Thief?Part of my new years resolution is to practice calm and relaxation in both my mind and body. In January I began going to a local yoga class and have been attempting a routine of stretching and meditating. Yesterday I decided to revisit the book, The Four Agreements by Miguel Ruiz. I want to adopt these words to live by, which I have been told is a tough challenge, but one with great rewards. The four agreements are: <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Be Impeccable With Your Word</span> <br />Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the Word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your Word in the direction of truth and love.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Don’t Take Anything Personally</span><br />Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Don’t Make Assumptions</span><br />Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Always Do Your Best</span><br />Your best is going to change from moment to moment. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.<br /><br />And then last night while I was out for dinner and drinks after class, my wallet was stolen. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Fuckers.</span><br /><br />There were charges attempted in cities across Western Washington in a matter of ninety minutes. After I am done going through all of the swear words, hateful is the next that comes to mind. So how do I keep my speech impeccable when all I want to do is be loud and angry? <br /><br />I want to teach them a lesson, but I feel I am the one that is learning a really shit stink of a lesson in calmness, in forgiveness, and in deep breathing.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-33988800091033071142011-02-05T12:57:00.010-06:002011-02-05T14:45:33.434-06:0022 States Total and 16 Different OnesIt's been too long since I've seen you. I said I would post in December during our epic road trip, but honestly I didn't even have time to see all the people I wanted to, let alone spend time in front of the computer writing to an anonymous audience. <br /><br />So, I miss you, whoever you are, and I miss being able to look back at life and see what it may look like to some one else. Even if that is just reflecting on something that happened but six weeks ago. I guess this is what they call the 'curatorial me', and a generation of youth with an insatiable thirst for information.<br /> <br />We started out in Washington, drove through Oregon, Idaho, Utah, paused in Wyoming, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Kentucky, and arrived at our first destination in Tennessee. Ten days later, set out again. Tennessee, Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois, and unpacked for our second destination. Two weeks later, headed back west from Illinois to Wisconsin, Minnesota, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, and eight more hours of Washington until Seattle and we arrived at what we call home. <br /><br />These are the images that we gathered from our friends, family, mountains of Utah, uninterrupted fields of Kansas, and everything that lies between.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBH_Zz8F077BVcRLqbeMEGspgUUiQgcS1uP0DwS0apPUO4_w-0nb_KjTrsDQMaiSwWBNWHLhLH_aSXkypAJ5DeQcRsH6P-aWYzSgnittGWQCFFW4Bp83IZKvCENw4H3qqbKPaG9N0PKrx0/s1600/roadtrip352.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBH_Zz8F077BVcRLqbeMEGspgUUiQgcS1uP0DwS0apPUO4_w-0nb_KjTrsDQMaiSwWBNWHLhLH_aSXkypAJ5DeQcRsH6P-aWYzSgnittGWQCFFW4Bp83IZKvCENw4H3qqbKPaG9N0PKrx0/s1600/roadtrip352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570308299338131474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7OUTHAZoYcgMz-Cel6gEOoy4pU6GyFieY0wYkeTBZ1aI90KAPR8l1HXUXHsNtUPcQPRkp_c2H669v63GAEK9wGgXZpXP3QAdD8pILasNa6if0gUffNgvcB7BwgUZsKqpiDpYtQny-Sen/s1600/roadtrip373.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNlq5iHr_N11IDGhPpEUic5T0mQe-KVtEwih9NCorN4-9s2uAStAvkiOaKfDM7ZCs1xo5eKUfXMBSyjY6pGvqQ9gF5jKeb2GB9M06nj7_RrOytiyRgjRBSMbj-7cr3mAOR8XG8G7VB7Wt/s1600/roadtrip336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570288344502518610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7qxamqP4xgkIohjHl-uVx4GV49tlddQqD-m0heLhDMaa_324TMaGp23FRqtEVWoszu3iKnrE4t3FSAKwIZd9zMbvIU23b4D4AEMjgDVM_85_RZxd0KttLBgB2jIzSWRQiLNF1624FXH0/s1600/roadtrip310.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7qxamqP4xgkIohjHl-uVx4GV49tlddQqD-m0heLhDMaa_324TMaGp23FRqtEVWoszu3iKnrE4t3FSAKwIZd9zMbvIU23b4D4AEMjgDVM_85_RZxd0KttLBgB2jIzSWRQiLNF1624FXH0/s1600/roadtrip310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570288339468417170" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-80189300492406254532010-12-11T17:14:00.003-06:002010-12-11T17:17:01.977-06:0012.08.10 Beginning Road TripMatthew and I left Thursday for a cross country road trip. Stayed in Boise, ID, went through Salt Lake City, UT and are now in Laramie, WY, the state called Forever West. Some of the most beautiful skies I have ever seen. I will post some pictures tomorrow.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-25495492366587716022010-12-02T17:51:00.006-06:002010-12-03T16:05:31.226-06:00What Does A Sustainable Future Look Like?This post is prompted by an article in the New York Times last Sunday on the imminent (possibility) of developing a vast industrial zone with coal-burning power plants, oil refineries, and steel mills, on dozens of miles of lush, nurturing coastline in the city of Dawei, Myanmar (Burma). <br />The article broke my heart. Because this is undeniably who we are today.<br />Thailand needs the power, and Myanmar needs the jobs. Everything is expanding, and our population is proliferating. It seems in order to sustain the lifestyles that we currently enjoy, we need to keep building and burning. Building and burning. <br />What was once the 'American Dream' is now the 'Universal Dream'. We all want a family to love with, a house to live in, nourishment, and health. And we should desire these things. Everyone deserves comfort and warmth, not just the wealthy or the developed. But how can it not makes me sad and uncomfortable when I am the culprit of my environment too? These things keep us alive longer but deplete our resources faster. So maybe there is another way to dream, so that we can live life with joy, and the Earth can grow and replenish it's skin.<br />Do I want to have babies that grow up into children, teenagers, and then adults that will then want to have more babies? Some day my children will not have this gorgeous Earth that we have now. I wish I was smart enough to live without the things we are told that we need. I wish we had created something that was sustainable, because this currently is not. But wishing is not going to make a difference when it comes to this. Change is going to take the effort of every one on this planet. <br /><br />Here is a link the the article... <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/27/world/asia/27iht-myanmar.html?_r=2&pagewanted=3&sq=myanmar&st=cse&scp=2">http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/27/world/asia/27iht-myanmar.html?_r=2&pagewanted=3&sq=myanmar&st=cse&scp=2</a><br />I hope it makes you sad, inspired, and motivated.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-39010495766155221642010-11-30T11:29:00.002-06:002010-11-30T11:33:27.534-06:0018 lb turkey for 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUwXRdMNN9jO-XKUJ-qxEWC86dOCXBpFX2_gB5KDcXPnUZcBsX3P-PUduWbiuRXJ_UWbOOcM_WVOK79-V1U4gkGwTWuSUEOInQibrEebDRpWZuYPdLBqzN_g4_Vz7HM7TH2IofMOlfErv/s1600/turkey01+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKUwXRdMNN9jO-XKUJ-qxEWC86dOCXBpFX2_gB5KDcXPnUZcBsX3P-PUduWbiuRXJ_UWbOOcM_WVOK79-V1U4gkGwTWuSUEOInQibrEebDRpWZuYPdLBqzN_g4_Vz7HM7TH2IofMOlfErv/s1600/turkey01+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545396902068822770" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-68608153563773792002010-11-29T14:06:00.003-06:002010-11-29T14:09:14.445-06:00Small UpdateTo: Those Across the Country<br /><br />I have been writing papers, preparing for finals, and celebrating birthdays and holidays. I'll be in Wyoming, South Dakota, and mainly Nashville and Chicago next month. I will post some pictures when they are sorted through, and I would very much like to see those that live in those areas...please...<br /><br />From: TerryTerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-14162640144932061452010-11-02T14:09:00.003-05:002010-11-02T14:27:37.316-05:00A Telephone Call to MichiganI missed a call on my phone the other day, and I didn't recognize the number. They didn't leave a message, and since I'm job hunting, Matthew said I should call them back. I think that's awkward...hey, um, did you call me? who is this again? what?<br /><br />But I noticed that it was a Michigan area code, and one near Traverse City. I have a friend who is a heroin addict that lives with his folks in in the Upper Peninsula. I am often afraid I will get a call from this family saying that he overdosed. So, after deliberation, the next day I call the number back hoping that it's not his Dad that answers.<br /><br />Nope. It's Camile. She is a woman, living near Grand Rapids, MI actually, and originally from Crystal Lake, IL. She won't tell me how old she is, but I can tell the decade, and that she's a smoker. After we try, but don't figure out how/why she called me, she still wants to chat. So she tells me about her husband, a Chicago cop for 25 years, who wants to retire to a trailer in Florida and does, and who dies in 2004 after they move back up to the Midwest again. She still misses him, but she has great kids who take care of her and look after her every day. She tells me to love my Mom, and call her every day. She asks about siblings, and I tell her I have twin brothers. She seems happy that I talk to at least one of the four of my family every day. I can hear her smiling. She tells me to find love, and to keep it, and to love every minute of every day, because one day it will be gone. She tells me she hopes I am not scared of her, that she's not a creep, and that too many today live in fear. I laugh because she used the word creep, and I tell her it's nice to talk to someone I've never met. After about 35 minutes we hang up. She calls back an hour later and tells me she figured out how our numbers crossed and she says goodbye again.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-28661361573274528042010-10-28T15:03:00.004-05:002010-10-28T15:32:23.383-05:00Seasons of ChangeSeattle Autumn is mild, but those fire balls on tree trunks are not as vivid when light doesn't dance on the leaves. But when the sunlight slices through the thick gray for a few minutes, it's beautiful. Although I think Chicago has some of the most spectacular Fall months I've ever seen...So I wonder what do the seasons mean? Why do our bodies respond with stuffy noses and dry skin? Why do colors mute, and gray filters cover my hazel eyes? Why do endorphins and energy levels change? Our thoughts look forward to December, and dread January? Christmas is no coincidence. Our souls may hibernate but they drink, eat, and are still hungry for company. Green grass is still underneath the cold, but our bare feet are inside on warm carpet. Then Spring emerges, and we are rejuvenated; but why not be refreshed by Winter? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeacqN0P7jhWSNZlM9hYqh9KBWj0vQdZaeJydBcgYyi7e4JyagWaFI5VV_inQSYJGM6MoVC0Hau1bPshKnQ76JXPe0fuK-EXU1RuEt70wAwhVXVzwlreT1pBMq9vg0FkVt3sfw6J-MxLZ_/s1600/_Z5Q1347.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeacqN0P7jhWSNZlM9hYqh9KBWj0vQdZaeJydBcgYyi7e4JyagWaFI5VV_inQSYJGM6MoVC0Hau1bPshKnQ76JXPe0fuK-EXU1RuEt70wAwhVXVzwlreT1pBMq9vg0FkVt3sfw6J-MxLZ_/s1600/_Z5Q1347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533193549893107122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBh1AuZYvJGyjonDhcbnKBAVq8h8jytqpCQLX0yspq0E0b9Jby7YJxuF-aCeS0XTzAycq9crgUylCS7_3SiZUBeGT9r6m4FMDjcH8H7tZ7PdFBsfWXq05HVtQFJ0n8xGxU_g3V8nfK3uv/s1600/_MG_1763.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBh1AuZYvJGyjonDhcbnKBAVq8h8jytqpCQLX0yspq0E0b9Jby7YJxuF-aCeS0XTzAycq9crgUylCS7_3SiZUBeGT9r6m4FMDjcH8H7tZ7PdFBsfWXq05HVtQFJ0n8xGxU_g3V8nfK3uv/s1600/_MG_1763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533193541869836130" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-19634070329231209352010-10-23T15:23:00.008-05:002010-10-24T12:59:53.502-05:00Early Winter SpiresMatthew was ahead of me, the first of the two of us to climb back over the "whales hump" that sits up another 40 feet above the 400 feet we have already climbed. He scampers out a couple feet as I hold the rope, turns around, swings his leg over the steep side and straddles the hump. He grabs the spine of the rock with his left hand and raises up his right arm, swinging it in circles. 'Yeeeehaaaawwww', riding his horse on top of the world, he smiles the biggest smile I have ever seen. And I know he's home. I know after all these years of knowing each other, endless discussions of photography, school, travel, careers, rock climbing, kayaking, the past and the future, and how do all of these align to make the most beautiful life we've ever seen... he has found a home on that mountain horizon. I am so happy for him, and I am so happy for me. It's not always simple or easy, but this new city, geography, landscape, has given us the distance to be ourselves when we need to be, but be as one when the sun sets, and you're looking for that hand to hold.<br />Life is taking on new meaning for me lately. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfk5HP2hFtirv7CaRGRHRrWPTUmSd2ZgygA7gE1dUOZ_Q9lmd57bMcRilZw36jRCDUdxodix4Je6DwGv3N4TlwAfy7Uaxblyf9Nhbe5RcZur7vbVOS7-P-eGMq41fqQpMMItSvxGO19UX/s1600/spire03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfk5HP2hFtirv7CaRGRHRrWPTUmSd2ZgygA7gE1dUOZ_Q9lmd57bMcRilZw36jRCDUdxodix4Je6DwGv3N4TlwAfy7Uaxblyf9Nhbe5RcZur7vbVOS7-P-eGMq41fqQpMMItSvxGO19UX/s1600/spire03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531673123519666978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFr3xJid3hL7SW8p0SGnSCRTj-PxSv4_bXbkcDHQdYQSjotisIQ0bcimeADiVP_InJG53FEe99YbeGH0Bx6-HbA09U9FuusK0phmhrW1VTx-mqllpdjG_w0_NKTISXFyRPqhV7yvPfgbZ/s1600/spire02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFr3xJid3hL7SW8p0SGnSCRTj-PxSv4_bXbkcDHQdYQSjotisIQ0bcimeADiVP_InJG53FEe99YbeGH0Bx6-HbA09U9FuusK0phmhrW1VTx-mqllpdjG_w0_NKTISXFyRPqhV7yvPfgbZ/s1600/spire02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531673112582975842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObAnnrAuQfvAvgj11TYMFLFHvRU33OuG_sGigLBy1u9NySWRR2qP6N7K1STc3WNCA4sk2ge9mxnGWlP_UMglOe_GbLEjkC9R28iimCTjHur9llRVnvR65C5Mz1e4fRpO38PvSrQUtSvOH/s1600/spire01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObAnnrAuQfvAvgj11TYMFLFHvRU33OuG_sGigLBy1u9NySWRR2qP6N7K1STc3WNCA4sk2ge9mxnGWlP_UMglOe_GbLEjkC9R28iimCTjHur9llRVnvR65C5Mz1e4fRpO38PvSrQUtSvOH/s1600/spire01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531673105819343634" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-42193603072664370682010-10-18T13:26:00.005-05:002010-10-18T17:59:28.969-05:00write, call, email, blog, paint, print, and participateCommunication has has been focusing on other aspects of my life lately. It feels like it's been a long time since I have put some effort into writing. This blog needs to become something that it currently is not. But I am not sure what transformation this blog deserves. I am not a photographer. I am not a [good] blogger. Really, I am not interesting enough that anyone wants to seriously check out what I do. But I like my life, and I do interesting things every day. But we all do. And today, many think that their lives are worth broadcasting and shouting. I don't know what I think of that. <br /><br />So, I write. Because I can. It's free and I am not bad at it. <br /><br />But I am in a nonprofit management program, and I think in the future I will write more about what I discover about this sector. I will write about news, about developments in the arts world, about the pacific northwest nonprofit industry. Or maybe I won't write at all. Maybe I will just live my life and not tell anyone about what I am doing, because if they really want to know, they'll ask. And if I really want them to know, I'll call. I just can't decide right now. Monday morning seems so cold and stiff so far.<br /><br />So, I'd like to hear about what people are doing. But you don't all have blogs, so I guess I'll have to write you all a letter to ask and find out.<br /><br /><br />I like the ease of technology, but waiting for mail has improved my patience and consequently my relationships. I love many things. And I love to look at what people think is interesting, and what kind of art they are creating. So I partake in the participation and consumption of mass art. We are now what is called ProAms, Professional Amateurs. I am an amateur of hundreds of things, and a professional at nearly nothing. Consequently, I cannot claim the word professional in any title of mine. Let's have a discussion of what the heck that means.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-44017667060461624682010-09-30T18:35:00.004-05:002010-09-30T18:52:09.858-05:00The Novak Clan in Various Capacities<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovkpQ0Vl5CH58yd6x3tt-K9Q0R2ImISnpj8xxaehkdoG5422zYsl0SgCua6i-zcfWk7PAKpZbbZT42UuelUOojBrAJWsaLObXX91o6xI-QnT9D3PN_Si9qYyBqgHT1i2YOMxhaY-Mgyp6/s1600/novaks-3+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 788px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovkpQ0Vl5CH58yd6x3tt-K9Q0R2ImISnpj8xxaehkdoG5422zYsl0SgCua6i-zcfWk7PAKpZbbZT42UuelUOojBrAJWsaLObXX91o6xI-QnT9D3PN_Si9qYyBqgHT1i2YOMxhaY-Mgyp6/s1600/novaks-3+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522857093640036402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hsSg3tRppMwcgs2HQU-MZfGnigVQ4fCtIqOw2BT96QeEiayYQqsZaZixUjVoCHi8pskcmqUJgQFM9TprEQE9mXTFnmSHmax6hkOxCpECVbZVa-bCIQY5VY-URSMxzWWRsNMtpfXA84bd/s1600/novaks-2+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 788px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hsSg3tRppMwcgs2HQU-MZfGnigVQ4fCtIqOw2BT96QeEiayYQqsZaZixUjVoCHi8pskcmqUJgQFM9TprEQE9mXTFnmSHmax6hkOxCpECVbZVa-bCIQY5VY-URSMxzWWRsNMtpfXA84bd/s1600/novaks-2+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522857087943462098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWbGajebaPbE1wfzYmVpzbsG0-DclY9HdJafy7Ne4-G1QTyBhGg-OfEGT5Be3-J6RNORgpc5rYb70I0bCygpDesan9PqH9OdOxWdNEqDJJ1ssSTsuGq1rp40i0MDLoGFq-JRISzkMLYSSu/s1600/novaks-1+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 788px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWbGajebaPbE1wfzYmVpzbsG0-DclY9HdJafy7Ne4-G1QTyBhGg-OfEGT5Be3-J6RNORgpc5rYb70I0bCygpDesan9PqH9OdOxWdNEqDJJ1ssSTsuGq1rp40i0MDLoGFq-JRISzkMLYSSu/s1600/novaks-1+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522855660730792962" /></a><br />thanks to <a href="http://www.matthewphoto.blogspot.com">matthew</a> for the photos while we wandered around Seattle.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-84468192946813191472010-09-24T18:39:00.007-05:002010-10-03T12:21:11.955-05:00Casa Do CaminhoAfter nearly 15 months, I finally have some tangible product from the dozens upon dozens of rolls of 120 film I shot while in Brazil. These are some of the photos, taken with my grandmothers twin lens medium format camera. They are of children and young adults that reside(d) at <a href="http://www.casadocaminhobrasil.org/">Casa Do Caminho</a>, a nonprofit orphanage located in Xerém, a jungle town three hours outside of Rio. Casa Do Caminho is supported in part by the language center in Rio de Janeiro where I took Portuguese classes. I spent a number of weekends horsing around, and learning from these tireless kids. The energy and love that emanated from this community was contagious, and indescribable. I will put up more as they are printed and scanned. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDChPVyHmSJjBkPUVZS5k6lT-Ep0_ZWmhPm_i93uGT-gq8LqB0XFB6lT-hr4eVg7j7_6kPmAwD4zBA5JIUIL8yqRklHBJ5jVLShUoXx7G6bzwyUIxosTKReaA8fi-_mzk0qH3sklpHFZeB/s1600/rio01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 788px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDChPVyHmSJjBkPUVZS5k6lT-Ep0_ZWmhPm_i93uGT-gq8LqB0XFB6lT-hr4eVg7j7_6kPmAwD4zBA5JIUIL8yqRklHBJ5jVLShUoXx7G6bzwyUIxosTKReaA8fi-_mzk0qH3sklpHFZeB/s1600/rio01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520633216207182146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXunpt_Q0tAG547X_Tf-QTXw7bC7rViAzVPgXMnu3kDK_pC3_7tQBjAa3gqnrhSrQm2yK80yEECaPWi8NMeMI8nokrEOUaco0Bduqrlu2pVCrAlOjFVodkI93MNkqFvwPlddu95NsRmol/s1600/rio14.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 788px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5OhcHDJylX-ZMi33H0lIvudGztr0zD-_X26oTPzK8qkHXILhZfHFCxP1vyOMYiMfsNX-gxrUWuuvI9S2VIQjYBPxnP6ngEfsaibNg00xQh9sXxE_bSoqk2NSNueRUNGm_3n8XgyETimt8/s1600/rio08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520633214595269474" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-4854827904096455332010-09-18T13:20:00.007-05:002010-09-18T15:23:50.628-05:00Waptus-Escondido LoopThe eastern side is the drier and warmer side of the Cascades. The mountains are painted with reds and yellows and are speckled with orange and purple meadows. We set out on a 22 mile loop on Tuesday, with the promise of a couple warm days ahead. We may not see the sun til next Spring as AutumnWinter looms. As we hiked up the mountain, every turn on the trail revealed a different surprise; lush green pines, snow capped mountains in the distance, a dried up valley, a shimmering pool. On the second day the last turn on the trail before we began our descent revealed something incredible. A forest fire had swept across acres, maybe years ago, maybe months ago. Hundreds of trees, white and black and gray towered above us. Stunning, and terrifying, it was something out of a Dr. Seuss book. We walked for miles among these charred giants, the muted colors of the area reflected the clouds that were fast approaching. Deep green alpine mountains painted the skyline. We took as many shots as we could; I could never describe this day well enough. Quickening our pace, it began to rain hard just as we hit the valley and found shelter among the forest. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIYZQfat-SfBxnuNUr9xCKyOgYZeCxkwg-xanH0Zw45A42xL89X8UPsSZOuyHxBQdoIpiY0oAS2dLttmuXJfi1MbS5SpSePNEczLMpPnRNhxpu9hkAl3iU9BgrLaaAKIJ-n3vZxaKbKIQ/s1600/terry18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIYZQfat-SfBxnuNUr9xCKyOgYZeCxkwg-xanH0Zw45A42xL89X8UPsSZOuyHxBQdoIpiY0oAS2dLttmuXJfi1MbS5SpSePNEczLMpPnRNhxpu9hkAl3iU9BgrLaaAKIJ-n3vZxaKbKIQ/s1600/terry18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518350148949999442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRilWh1V4cqrHz5Nfc5Y4gpKXcIQaUca86LNkiFlHkbnTlol7BDkVCHX6qXPYxoJ8AwV4km9EvXju3bDn0DcdLUk5pE9S7RKkD8yOiBWkOA-CFo7ei6XGjIR4bQEHDqm6-9RCZM2eJzbq/s1600/terry16.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioU8rjaU_Aj3j03KSrLRqXPYHw0g4axOrnQT41CgFRZX0AJVQRkXfC7wjnEVDhVQz1crpuOGOzqowb7Fz0hQwLytljy21y_1x2RtdvODIHsycwf3NAwu-E4GhceHLNO11RrfZfBddVCWi6/s1600/terry02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518350126214012354" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-61907433668692898622010-09-13T14:31:00.003-05:002010-09-13T14:37:49.081-05:00i am in a list making mood latelyi have been absent from the online world for a while. <br />my 29th birthday came and went.<br />my first quarter of graduate school is over (summer session) and now i have ten days until fall quarter begins.<br />my brothers and parents hopped over for labor day weekend and then hopped back home almost as quickly. <br />i have one last paper due at 5pm today.<br />the excitement of a possible new roommate<br />new boots<br />i smell autumn approaching<br />i am catching up on the letters that people have been writing me now that i have a tiny break. keep them coming please.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-39512664908894674272010-08-30T11:14:00.003-05:002010-08-30T11:31:57.753-05:00bed and breakfast. and a busy couple weeks.it was a half refurbished 60 foot sailboat, and we stayed in the front room that was described as the "honeymoon room". you couldn't call it a suite, because i couldn't even stand up in it, but the bed certainly took up the majority of the room. the owners were a retired couple from austria, who held good cheer and educational conversation with us our entire stay. the weekend was a busy one, but i was grateful for the inter mitten relaxation that the boat and it's sun deck offered us. grandma, you would have loved it. <a href="http://www.slowseason.com">www.slowseason.com</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1ceblSXh3Y2-pSY6-hE2WZtrVD8fRpUe6yjJAjJRGMlW-B_-N9BMCJA3Aaz02qzXOWeCRvW2pGlzW__lZqQVjaSdlr7bPjkW9C5ZSBZmeVKtRW-67C-52RAftB16VG_u5RvxXXJK3abH/s1600/terry12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1ceblSXh3Y2-pSY6-hE2WZtrVD8fRpUe6yjJAjJRGMlW-B_-N9BMCJA3Aaz02qzXOWeCRvW2pGlzW__lZqQVjaSdlr7bPjkW9C5ZSBZmeVKtRW-67C-52RAftB16VG_u5RvxXXJK3abH/s1600/terry12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511237192456895970" /></a><br />yesterday we went rock climbing in snoqualmie in the foggy seattle morning. this past saturday we were tickled with some bluegrass at the local bar, and i've had a whirlwind of class and homework for the past two weeks. now i am getting ready for a visit from the novak fantastic four.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-54373610432243676782010-08-25T12:07:00.003-05:002010-08-25T12:32:47.701-05:00A Study of Washington Water<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgDo4fGqVnsW3XSYTbtXe8tQ5DYWEb_N8ObSC5QWqzTnx7NZIC-LUs4fK8b7rCJ9bExp1HB_QCOJxSjRpw7NMs64Je3fNTvgxkaO2i7Nb4qrP8SR7kM8zUI0TSDfItHOtvCZa9bQwqbyp/s1600/sanjuans08.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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Matthew and I stayed on a dated bed & breakfast sailboat, I will get a couple more of those seriously weird pictures up soon.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8FusyHNlY2BiIHY-kfPFCZ76U_ROmiJYbUX-PF7_Nkd2UwW_KfpEU4KOCGq17o6BHvYh0-6L7lEJpMjrDqqP6mBJIqGYaY43QRjOq6HrWNtPXXjDk2qmMibOEZ4yHwi9b_HLNxinepnM1/s1600/terry10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8FusyHNlY2BiIHY-kfPFCZ76U_ROmiJYbUX-PF7_Nkd2UwW_KfpEU4KOCGq17o6BHvYh0-6L7lEJpMjrDqqP6mBJIqGYaY43QRjOq6HrWNtPXXjDk2qmMibOEZ4yHwi9b_HLNxinepnM1/s1600/terry10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506829173788538018" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888312809355376077.post-25125203032262318082010-08-09T14:43:00.005-05:002010-08-09T14:48:13.194-05:00rain cityi would like to just sit and watch the glow of the rising sun one morning. i guess i will have to wait a couple more years til after i finish grad school. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCcVAGF1oa8ZIG6tGKXSA29Oqnsk4GxIeImfpwl7poJgWPn19PEKcRpc9ZRbEezpiFyusEkSegdONp_V1zzbfcepBWhaLThDUFf7NPSD2yGTVhsn3ZIunkz2r4SiPpQBZ4yt6E3kAi3p6/s1600/IMG_0289.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCcVAGF1oa8ZIG6tGKXSA29Oqnsk4GxIeImfpwl7poJgWPn19PEKcRpc9ZRbEezpiFyusEkSegdONp_V1zzbfcepBWhaLThDUFf7NPSD2yGTVhsn3ZIunkz2r4SiPpQBZ4yt6E3kAi3p6/s1600/IMG_0289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503499036606111746" /></a>Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17694384100799798386noreply@blogger.com1