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  • [4.8.20] In the evenings when I am done with the day’s work I ski off the back porch, up the valley behind the house. I am lucky. I know that. And still, every evening, as I watch the light slither up flowing ridges and the spring melt meander down the Slate, I learn it again. I am not very good at skiing, and so, on these evening wanders, I usually fall down at least once. I have nowhere else to be, so when this happens, I sometimes just lie there for a little while. Laugh at myself. Maybe laugh at myself laughing at myself. Eventually I get back up and go visit the beavers, who I consider to be my friends now. There are three of them who live in an infinity pool by the bridge. They have come to mind me less lately.

Once it is dark I often wreck again. Wrecking implies more of a disaster than it usually is. I fall down. I am reminded of the fragility of my body, and also of its current temporary state of resilience. I am reminded that I used to ski like this when I was a kid - and to wreck and laugh like this too.

Sometimes, when I am out of breath I stop. I am out of breath often. Sometimes I write. Little thoughts. Big thoughts. Hard thoughts. Nice thoughts. Thoughts that belong to others, thoughts that are my own, thoughts I will never share. 
Some thoughts though, I want to share. Like this one. And another, which I will hide down here: [4.3.20] I suspect humans are born with an innate capacity for empathy. 
It is only much later as we become adults, ‘contributing’ members of modern societies, drunk on illusions of our perceived proximity to possibility, that the inner voice of empathy is drowned out by the ra-ra-bootstrapping-chants of meritocracy and we experience empathy amnesia. 
Remove the noise, the external stimuli, the sensation of struggle. 
Now is a fine time for remembering the quiet skills you never really forget.
  • Prior to working on the film ‘Food Chains’ in 2013 I had little conception of the extent to which our country, and our food system in particular, is predicated upon an assumption of cheap and disposable laborers. I was aware of slavery, but not of the modern mutations of it, or the extent to which the industrial food system in the US has by and large been reliant upon the labor of whatever the exploitable class of the day is. ⁣
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As my friend Greg succinctly put it in a recent @nytimes op-ed “The message to our country’s farmworkers is unmistakable: While your labor is essential, you are expendable. That is wrong, both morally and for our nation’s food security.” ⁣
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My thoughts are with all of the folks who are on the front lines continuing to act in essential roles, from hospital halls to farms and fields. I hope on a local community level, as well as on a national and international level, we might use this time to recognize and take steps to protect and support our most vulnerable populations - the populations that in many cases are the same steadfast and hard working humans who both bear the heaviest burdens of our country and upon whose backs the country has been built.⁣
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Link in profile to learn more and sign the petition to support the Coalition of Immokalee [@immokalee.workers] as they continue to advocate for farmworker rights around the nation and put fresh food on our tables during these strange times. ⁣
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You can fine Greg’s op-ed through the link as well, and for anyone interested in extra credit, our film ‘Food Chains’ (directed by @mrsanjayr) is a deep dive into modern industrial agriculture and the workers behind it. The film is available for free on YouTube (in the US) as well as on the usual streaming platforms (internationally).
  • It’s the kind of movement where you have to look away to actually see it. ⁣A pink patch of light sliding up the mountain at the pace of magic. ⁣
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The heron that flew past the kitchen window this morning is fishing down at the lake now. Paw prints on the trail, small dogs. maybe a fox. The spring birds returning, yelling to the dusk. Seeing me, the heron takes flight gangly and graceful in the same moment, bear hugging the top of the island pines. ⁣
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Most of the world. ⁣Most of the world doesn’t live like us. And yet, most of us think most of the world does. What I wonder, if we were to sit for a spell and just look around. What I wonder, if we were to realize how different we are, and at the same time how much we share? ⁣
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Today I remembered other people’s memories. I don’t know how this happens, or why. Maybe too many concussions. Or maybe we are more like the aspen than we realize. Families sharing blood like sap, roots like memories, near enough to speak. ⁣
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[for mom - 3.20.20]
  • “Times like these give you pause to contemplate your philosophy of life. The basics of mine are fairly simple - always choose love over fear and learn from every experience” [note from Dad - checking in with him and Mom - 3.15.2020]⁣
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It seems to me that we are more disconnected from the elders in our communities than ever before in human history. ⁣
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And while it is really heartening to see the outpouring of support and positivity and constructive dialogue on social media this past week as we all try to adapt to a quickly shifting reality, it seems also a good time to consider the underlying cultural epidemic that is our “modern” relationship to aging and elders. A relationship which seems fundamentally based around a principle of “out of sight out of mind”⁣
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For my part I know very few older folks who engage in social media. ⁣
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And while it’s great to share ideas and support one another on these platforms, my personal hope is that we do not forget about the elder populations who are most at risk during this time - and many of whom are already suffer from a baseline form of culturally reinforced social isolation. ⁣
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This is a reminder to myself to invite all ages into the conversation of our current evolving state of being - and to use different mediums; write letters, make phone calls - to take time to slow down and connect, listen, and engage on a deeper level. particularly with the older folks in my life. ⁣
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Wishing patience and perspective for all communities during this time; may we have the fortitude and resources to (as dad says) act from a place of love as much as possible, and to keep an open ear and eye for ways we can learn from and support one another in the coming months. ⁣
  • Over the course of the past decade @semi_rad and I have fitfully rolled all over the ground in soft and hard spots around North America, occasionally even “sleeping” under the stars. I would never really claim that we were good at camping, but we did manage to do it with increasing frequency the past couple years, by boat and bike, beak and boot, having a generally nice time and managing not to die that one time people accidentally were shooting an assault rifle over our campsite, or when I made milksalsa smoothies, or we realized we didn’t know much about tidal charts!⁣
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in the end we had a really good time with a bunch of our more nature savvy and hoodwinkable friends, and when it was all said and mostly done none of us hated camping forever, or even ever got tired of it. ⁣
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Oh! and we also pressed a bunch of small sheets of paper with some stories and photos between some thicker pieces of papers and made a book that I can promise you will be glad is not a scratch and sniff book at the very least!⁣
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A deep[dish] thanks to Brendan and @artisan_books for bringing this project to life and to our many dear friends and martyrs who helped along the way.⁣
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Coincidently, if your feeling camp-curious, the book just became available for pre-order today and i would suggest getting it now in case they update the next edition to be scratch and sniff [link in profile]
  • Thanks for being my laugh invoking, trail wandering, creative musing, morality pondering, snow sliding, fire dancing, porch shoveling, skinnydipping, bushwhacking, foodyumming, tidynagging, river floating, treehouse schlepping, community animating, letter writing, land advocating and heart pumping partner in the small crimes of love and life⁣⁣⁣
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#theother364forloving #iknowypuhatephotosofyourselfbut #icanthelpit #firecats #pumpkinbritches #honeymuffin #areyoustillreading #sorrygross #filmemoriesmakemehappy #35mm #yashica #leica
  • Happy birthday my dear little brother, thankful for you in my life and for the unique perspective you bring to the world! ⁣
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I don’t know exactly how old you are, nor do I care, what matters to me is your deep thoughtfulness and empathy, your willingness to listen, your contagious laughter, your care for others, and your dedication and commitment to stand up and show up for the people and places which you love.⁣
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Proud of you for choosing to spend your birthday - again - surrounded by other young folks who believe in a better future for our planet. ⁣
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When I spoke with you on the phone today and asked you what you were doing for your birthday you said “I’m headed to a Divest Harvard sit in!!” ⁣
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Turns out this is the way you spent your birthday five years ago as well - then as a member of @divestharvard and today as a leader in the @divestharvardalumni movement. I am proud of you. these threads through your life are threads of morality, threads of hope, threads of commitment and community. Hold on to them and weave them well. ⁣
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Thank you for spending your birthday advocating for our shared futures, speaking and acting out a birthday wish for all of us, and all who are yet to come. ⁣
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It will take more than the blowing out of a few candles, but I can see the light around the bend, there are good things to come downstream. ⁣
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Cheers to another brilliant and wild circle around the sun 🧡 #divestharvard #divest #climatejustice #climateaction ⁣
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  • Touchstone III / Getting by with a lot more than a little help from my friends - with ages ranging from 8 weeks to 8 decades. Had a lot of fun capturing moments on film during the early days of the build - simple and honest the medium fit the process in a way that was grounding and connective instead of distracting or ulteriorly motivated. this roll in particular was memorable - a gift of expired fujifilm from my buddy @ben_moon’s freezer that ended up being etched with the reflected light of some of my favorite humans #homeisnotplacesitislove  #thebackofbeyond #35mm #leicam6
  • Touchstone II / As with most things worth doing, beginning was the hardest part. days turned weeks into months, pouring over books and making time to listen. A rodeo of doubt, uncertainty, fear, paralysis; hope, humor, ideation and hard work. conversations with old timers who knew the woods, with friends and family who had built in the area, with folks who knew the land, and folks who knew trees - and how to build in them. as time passed and friends and family joined in both the dreaming and the work, I realized it was not about a structure. and that a home is not made of walls. home is about people and land, connection and rootedness, a space to return, to learn and share and listen to the rhythms of heart and earth and be reminded of that which is worthy of wonder #beyondandbackagain #roomtoroam #spacetowonder #thebackofbeyond #roll1 
#35mm #leicam6 #kodak
  • [12.27.19 excerpt] Touchstone / The Important Places. May you always remember the path that leads you back he said. The arms of the oak that hold you high, the cave behind the waterfall. later that poem came back to me, or me to it, and we traveled back through layers of time, following the winter green waters of the Colorado, weaving threads of that poem and our shared experiences into a film, another chapter in an ever unfolding story. Today, the lines and currents of that poem and the journey with dad still swirl and pull at my center, orienting me back towards the canyons and mountains, the branches and caves, and the place where I was raised, the back of beyond. ⁣⁣
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It’s been a couple years now since mom and dad and I crawled through thick briars on a grey December day and found the trees and together sketched the first beginnings of a treehouse design. A year and a week since Donny and Tabor and I put the roof on, watching the moon rise and set, tacking the last of the sheathing on as the first light eased from a darkest blue in the east and the coyotes laughed down on us from the ridge. ⁣⁣
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The eventual result in a physical form has been the construction of a treehouse, sketched and hammered, sweated and bled, laughed and cried over, ever evolving in vision and form, but rooted in its essence as a physical touchstone for family, in blood and heart. Beyond the physical forms lie a host of memories, mistakes, celebrations, connections, lessons, ideas, dreams, and relationships swirled and swirling together in a continuing evolution.⁣⁣
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Last night, in a rare moment sitting alone under silver winter branches i watched Orion’s bow tilt slowly, pointing the way. the way back. In that moment, however briefly, everything balanced, the wandering and the seeking, the struggle and the angst, and I felt the full up with gratitude and love for the family and friends who - each in their own way - have marked a path back to the important places, lending lungs and laughter to breathe life into a spark of a dream, a home fire burning, a touchstone for returning.
  • I met Ben during a very formative period of my life. We premiered our films together - Denali and The Important Places - and on a rainy evening in Carbondale in 2015 we laughed and cried and danced with friends into the night in a celebration of life. ⁣
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Over the years I have been so grateful to get to witness and learn from his kindness and volnuerability, his passion for the world and companions and the wild humor and quick laugh that he lights it up with. ⁣
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So stoked to see the evolution of his story unfold in his most recent labor of love, Denali the book finally taking flight out in the world. Onwards brother! ⁣
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@ben_moon @norinythesea @penguinbooks #DenaliBook #35mm #leicam6 #analogphotography
  • found myself both delighted and mesmerized by family and flames last night, watching my little nephew Rowan watch his first solstice fire as grandpa tended to the flames, keeping fire through the longest of nights