“Dream tonight of peacock tails,
Diamond fields and spouter whales.
Ills are many, blessings few,
But dreams tonight will shelter you.”
—-Thomas Pynchon
Dallas, Texas
Dreams Tonight Will Shelter You
Tag Archives: trinity
Well We Know Where We’re Goin’
Well, we know where we’re goin’
But we don’t know where we’ve been
And we know what we’re knowin’
But we can’t say what we’ve seenAnd we’re not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it outWe’re on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin’ that ride to nowhere
We’ll take that ride—-Talking Heads – Road To Nowhere
Then and Now
Not long ago, back in January, I posted a photo of the trails in the Trinity River Bottoms taken from the Continental Street Bridge Park. The entry was called Ride To Nowhere.
Here’s the photo:
Trinity Skyline Trail (east side)
from the Continental Bridge Park
Dallas, Texas
Now, it really does go nowhere.
Flooded river bottoms, there is a concrete trail under that water, if you look closely, you can see the trail marker.
Trinity River, Dallas, Texas
At least the big tree has leafed out nicely.
Something Else That’s Weird But True
“Because here’s something else that’s weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship—be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles—is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.”
― David Foster Wallace, This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life
Then and now, the view of the Margaret Hunt Hill bridge from the Continental Bridge Park
December 23, 2014 – Time Gaines Momentum
View of the Trinity River and the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge from the Continental Bridge Park, Dallas, Texas
May 17, 2015
Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge, Trinity River Flood Stage, Dallas, Texas
Before and After – Bench
“I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.”
― Langston Hughes
I like to ride my bike in the Trinity River Bottoms and take a rest on one of the benches that are spotted along the trail. I took these less than a year ago. You can see the Continental Bridge Park in the background.
My Xootr folding bicycle, Trinity River Bottoms, Dallas, Texas
Continental Bridge,
Dallas, Texas
Now, the water is rising.
The bench is swallowed by the rising water. Taken from the Continental Bridge Park, Dallas, Texas
I see on the radar that there is another giant storm to the Northwest – this area drains into the Trinity. The river isn’t finished going up.
Ride To Nowhere
We’re on a ride to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin’ that ride to nowhere
We’ll take that rideI’m feelin’ okay this mornin’
And you know,
We’re on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go
—-Talking Heads
Trinity Skyline Trail (east side)
from the Continental Bridge Park
Dallas, Texas
Time Gains Momentum
“I am now 33 years old, and it feels like much time has passed and is passing faster and faster every day. Day to day I have to make all sorts of choices about what is good and important and fun, and then I have to live with the forfeiture of all the other options those choices foreclose. And I’m starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life’s sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for the third time, all struggle for naught, drowned by time. It is dreadful. But since it’s my own choices that’ll lock me in, it seems unavoidable–if I want to be any kind of grownup, I have to make choices and regret foreclosures and try to live with them.”
― David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments
View of the Trinity River and the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge from the Continental Bridge Park, Dallas, Texas
Truck is from Bertrand’s Inc..
A Waiting, Opened Soul
“He was taught by the river. Incessantly, he learned from it. Most of all,
he learned from it to listen, to pay close attention with a quiet heart,
with a waiting, opened soul, without passion, without a wish, without
judgement, without an opinion.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Trinity River in the Fall,
Dallas, Texas
Flinging Itself To Pieces
“Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Trinity River Bottoms, Dallas, Texas
Shade Structures
“since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
Shade structures on the Continental Avenue Bridge Park, Trinity River Bottoms
Dallas, Texas
Continental Bridge,
Dallas, Texas
My Xootr folding bicycle, Trinity River Bottoms, Dallas, Texas
Geometry and Nature
“Philosophy [nature] is written in that great book which ever is before our eyes — I mean the universe — but we cannot understand it if we do not first learn the language and grasp the symbols in which it is written. The book is written in mathematical language, and the symbols are triangles, circles and other geometrical figures, without whose help it is impossible to comprehend a single word of it; without which one wanders in vain through a dark labyrinth.”
― Galileo Galilei
Trinity River Bottoms
Dallas, Texas
Trinity River and Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge, Dallas, Texas
There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.
—-Pythagoras
Downtown Dallas, Texas
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
—-Federico Garcia Lorca
Bill Chance 