Last summer I spent 10 days camped near Leadville, Colorado with legendary nomad Bob Wells. He made a couple videos of me and I filmed a vlog about our 4x4 adventure over Mosquito Pass.Read More
I don't think I ever loved you more
Then when you loosened your grip
When you finally let go
When you fell through space
Making a carpet below
Then holding your color
Just one more day
And watching you gather
When they took you away
I was two seconds too early.
Had I seen you in time I would have braked.
Just a couple seconds either way
would have avoided impact.
I’d slept-in one more minute…
Brushed a little longer this morning…
Stopped for coffee…
Not skipped breakfast…
Or taken time to top off the tank…
Had I come 'round the corner just a little earlier,
An easy Sunday drive-
Normally I drive faster!
If so, I would have passed this way much sooner.
I saw you only in time to hit you.
Like looking up just in time to see a shooting star,
you streaked in front of me.
When did we cross the event horizon
into this unstoppable sequence of events?
Had I never driven down this road…
Never moved back to Kansas…
Never dropped out college…
Had my mother never met my dad.
How many cosmic events focus to produce
this hapless encounter?
All we needed was a couple seconds yet,
Nothing that could have intervened ever did-
And anything that would have
or should have intervened,
certainly didn't care.
I cared but I was
7am, seated at Starbucks
I soak up coffee and the sunrise.
Raven haired female stranger
parks in front of me and
just sits there behind sunglasses.
Is she staring at me?
Or just staring into space…
Lamenting the office job?
Listening to the end of her favorite song?
Replaying the argument with her husband?
Fretting the test results arriving this afternoon?
Perhaps she's just sleepy,
Not yet awake…
Hasn’t had her morning coffee.
After leaving the mountains where I was experiencing the approach of winter at high elevations I find it is still thunderstorm season on the Great Plains. Kansas continues to produce chase worthy set-ups and I’m looking forward to the next severe weather opportunity on Saturday, October 14.Read More
This movie was originally intended to be a simple promotional reel of time lapse stock footage shot in the Colorado Rockies. It quickly turned into a project of personal expression because the contemplative experience of living alone in the mountains affects me deeply. Inhabiting a high mountain hermitage without internet or TV naturally becomes a meditation. Contrary to popular belief, meditation is not an escape. Rather, it is a direct meeting with one's own mind and the demons that come with it. Thus my mountain experience is a mix of transcendence and personal perturbation. In that spirit I made this movie. I've included the script below.
THE SENTIENT TEACH.
THE INSENTIENT TEACH.
ALL BEINGS IN ALL TIMES TEACH.
WHEN I WAS A KID IN COLORADO I WANTED TO LEAVE
THE HUMAN WORLD AND LIVE ALONE ON THE MOUNTAIN.
I DIDN'T MAKE FRIENDS EASILY,
I SOUGHT SOLACE IN NATURE.
AT SUMMER CAMP I'D ESCAPE ORGANIZED ACTIVITIES
TO EXPLORE ON MY OWN.
I NEEDED TO FIND
MY SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN.
ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS
I SOON REALIZED
MY SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN
IS THE STORMY SIDE.
THE MOUNTAIN IS AN UNWAVERING WITNESS
OF A NEVER UNCHANGING WORLD
AND TRANSITORY HUMAN ENDEAVORS.
IN A WORLD OF MIND-MADE DRAMA
THE MOUNTAIN DEMONSTRATES
INTERNET, CABLE NEWS, CELLPHONE
AND FACEBOOK ARE NOT ENABLED.
SUCH DISTRACTIONS ARE AN OBSTACLE
TO CLEAR INSIGHT.
STANDING ON A MOUNTAIN UNDER A CEILING OF STARS
YOU WITNESS GEOLOGIC TIME, INFINITE SPACE AND IMPERMANENCE.
THE HUMAN PROJECT IS A GOSSAMER THIN ASPECT OF EXISTENCE.
WHEN I WAS A KID I READ A BOOK THAT NURTURED MY DESIRE
TO LEAVE THE HUMAN WORLD AND LIVE ALONE IN NATURE.
I NEVER GREW UP.
MY SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN