Shadow

January 22, 2015

january2015-jandjareback-24 (1 of 1)“We are here to witness. There is nothing else to do with those mute materials we do not need. Until Larry teaches his stone to talk, until God changes his mind, or until the pagan gods slip back to their hilltop groves, all we can do with the whole inhuman array is watch it.”
— Annie Dillard

Sword Fighting

January 22, 2015

january2015-jandjareback-14 (1 of 1) january2015-jandjareback-13 (1 of 1) january2015-jandjareback-12 (1 of 1) january2015-jandjareback-15 (1 of 1)“The world is wider in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain and Lazarus.”
— Annie Dillard

Unit

January 22, 2015

january2015-jandjareback-09bw (1 of 1)“At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening. After a time you hear it: there is nothing there. There is nothing but those things only, those created objects, discrete, growing or holding, or swaying, being rained on or raining, held, flooding or ebbing, standing, or spread. You feel the world’s word as a tension, a hum, a single chorused note everywhere the same. This is it: this hum is the silence. Nature does utter a peep – just this one. The birds and insects, the meadows and swamps and rivers and stones and mountains and clouds: they all do it; they all don’t do it. There is a vibrancy to the silence, a suppression, as if someone were gagging the world. But you wait, you give your life’s length to listening, and nothing happens. The ice rolls up, the ice rolls back, and still that single note obtains. The tension, or lack of it, is intolerable. The silence is not actually suppression: instead, it is all there is.”
— Annie Dillard

Big

January 22, 2015

january2015-jandjareback-05 (1 of 1)“We wake, if we ever wake at all, to mystery, rumors of death, beauty, violence…”
— Annie Dillard

They Are Home

January 21, 2015

january2015-jandjareback-01 (1 of 1) january2015-jandjareback-04 (1 of 1)“Concerning trees and leaves… there’s a real power here. It is amazing that trees can turn gravel and bitter salts into these soft-lipped lobes, as if I were to bite down on a granite slab and start to swell, bud and flower. Every year a given tree creates absolutely from scratch ninety-nine percent of its living parts. Water lifting up tree trunks can climb one hundred and fifty feet an hour; in full summer a tree can, and does, heave a ton of water every day. A big elm in a single season might make as many as six million leaves, wholly intricate, without budging an inch; I couldn’t make one. A tree stands there, accumulating deadwood, mute and rigid as an obelisk, but secretly it seethes, it splits, sucks and stretches; it heaves up tons and hurls them out in a green, fringed fling. No person taps this free power; the dynamo in the tulip tree pumps out even more tulip tree, and it runs on rain and air.”
— Annie Dillard

Bone Dolls

January 21, 2015

january2015-bees-03 (1 of 1)“I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.”
— Annie Dillard

Football Friday

November 29, 2014

november2014-football-19 (1 of 1) november2014-football-06 (1 of 1) november2014-football-07 (1 of 1) november2014-football-08 (1 of 1) november2014-football-10 (1 of 1) november2014-football-21 (1 of 1)november2014-football-11 (1 of 1) november2014-football-14 (1 of 1) november2014-football-15 (1 of 1)  november2014-football-17 (1 of 1)november2014-football-16 (1 of 1)“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one, is what we are doing.”
― Annie Dillard

Boys

November 28, 2014

november2014-thanksgiving-39 (1 of 1)“The silence is all there is. It is the alpha and the omega, it is God’s brooding over the face of the waters; it is the blinded note of the ten thousand things, the whine of wings. You take a step in the right direction to pray to this silence, and even to address the prayer to “World.” Distinctions blur. Quit your tents. Pray without ceasing.”
― Annie Dillard

Cooking Lessons By Marlee

November 28, 2014

november2014-thanksgiving-25 (1 of 1) november2014-thanksgiving-26 (1 of 1) november2014-thanksgiving-27 (1 of 1)“There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet.”
― Annie Dillard