“Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it’s all–hahhhh.”
― Gravity’s Rainbow
Taps on the wall, and a bear. Braindead Brewing Company, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Cold, Cold And Hop-Bitter
Category Archives: Photography
Tourists From the Future
“If time travel is possible, where are the tourists from the future?”
― A Brief History of Time
Braindead Brewing Company, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
If I could travel back in time I would end up in a place and time where and when I really owned a brand-new operating Symphonic Brand Cathode Ray Tube Television and thought it was pretty cool.
Never mind.
Earthly and Mechanical Paraphernalia
“She glided away towards the lift, which seemed hardly needed, with its earthly and mechanical paraphernalia, to bear her up to the higher levels.”
― A Dance to the Music of Time: 3rd Movement
Helicopter shadow, Pacific Plaza Park, Dallas, Texas
Is This a Noun, A Verb, or a Command
“It is interesting that Hindus, when they speak of the creation of the universe do not call it the work of God, they call it the play of God, the Vishnu lila, lila meaning play. And they look upon the whole manifestation of all the universes as a play, as a sport, as a kind of dance — lila perhaps being somewhat related to our word lilt”
― Zen and the Beat Way
Pacific Plaza, Dallas, Texas
One Last Landing
“We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on fleecy skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.”
― The Green Hills of Earth
Pacific Plaza Park, Dallas, Texas
Abstract
“I know who I was, I can tell you who I may have been, but I am, now, only in this line of words I write.”
―
Richardson, Texas
When We Stand Uneasy Before Our Own Childish Thoughts
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Bäume. Betrachtungen und GedichteTree, Huffhines Park, Richardson, Texas, Reflected in water and inverted
Create Remoteness Which They Alone Can Shrink
“Beyond a certain speed, motorized vehicles create remoteness which they alone can shrink. They create distances for all and shrink them for only a few. A new dirt road through the wilderness brings the city within view, but not within reach, of most Brazilian subsistence farmers. The new expressway expands Chicago, but it sucks those who are well-wheeled away from a downtown that decays into a ghetto.”
― Energy and Equity
In Its Own Way
“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
― Anna Karenina
Huffhines Creek, Richardson, Texas
There is always someone like the duckling in the lower left corner. In unknown danger, not in with the group, crossing upstream, almost alone. Is it you? Really? Are you sure?
One Of Those Manifold Alternatives Open To Us
“We have annexed the future into the present, as merely one of those manifold alternatives open to us. Options multiply around us, and we live in an almost infantile world where any demand, any possibility, whether for life-styles, travel, sexual roles and identities, can be satisfied instantly.”
― Crash
Wrecked Car waiting for the decision – scrap or repair
For me, the most amazing aspect of a car crash – even the simplest fender bender – is the sound. The sharp snap of breaking safety glass, the thud of impact, the groaning of thick bending metal. Behind it all is the sound of entropy increasing, of the inevitable disaster that lies behind the veneer of our day to day lives. The reality forced upon us that there is no going back… time only runs one way.
Bill Chance 