The gr8ful grind: February 2005

Let go of anger; It's an acid that eats away the delicate layers of your happiness

The reverse side has also its reverse side

Monday, February 28, 2005

Photo of the Day: This woman is scaling the face of a craig at Smith Rock State Park near Terrebonne, OR, Sunday, February 27,2005. I had hiked several hundred feet up a trail get close enough to snap this one off. She's 200-300 feet above the trail floor, while her climbing companion is even higher, standing on a ledge not big enough for two people. It was at this point when she decided she'd climbed high enough and began to descend. Once she was down, another woman began the climb and eventually made it up to the guy on the ledge. If you click on the photo to get the full-sized version, you can actually see how nonchallant the guy's facial expression is as he watches the woman.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

Photo of the Day: The rear of the Asian Center on the campus of the University of British Columbia, and a portion of its reflecting pool. Vancouver, BC, Feb. 2004.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Photo of the Day: Catholic church in Sedona, AZ. The basement is built into the rock iteslf. Sept. 2004.

The Wisdom of Jae Woong Kim

Who wrote this script in which we have to laugh, cry and exit according to the script? No god can write it, nor can Buddha. Only your own mind can write it.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Photo of the Day: In one of those Chamber of Commerce-type photos, Mt. Hood rises above downtown Portland, OR, on a clear day. Feb. 16, 2005.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Photo of the Day: A visual study of a piece of the back end of the building that houses the Experience Music Project in Seattle, WA. July, 2003.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Photo of the Day: Steam rising up from the McKenzie River near McKenzie Bridge, OR, catches the afternoon sun, lending an ethereal quality to things. October 2003.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Photo of the Day: A portion of my back yard this past Sunday, Feb. 19. Interestingly enough, 130 miles away, across the Cascade Mountains from here in Portland, it was sunny and near record high temps.

The Wisdom of George Bernard Shaw

My tailor is the wisest of all my friends. Each time he sees me he takes new measurements.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Photo of the Day: Flowers on display for sale outside the gift shop at the rose test gardens in Washington Park, Portland, OR, Feb. 16, 2005.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

A parable, and a winner of sorts...

Mullah Nasradin, the Sufi wise man and fool, would take pans out of the city to the market in Baghad to sell. He would go out into the desert and find a couple of donkeys and then load them up with pots and pan of every possible discription and for every possible purpose, until the donkeys were barely visible under the load.

Nasradin would then lead the donkeys out of the city to sell the pans at market across the desert in Baghdad. As he reached the gates of his home town, the guard there would never let him pass without thoroughly checking the entire load of each donkey, trying to find the contraband Nasradin was attempting to smuggle past him. Never was the guard able to find whatever it was Nasradin was attempting to smuggle out of the city.

Several days later, Nasradin would return to the town alone with nothing but a rucksack on his back, carrying whatever it was he needed to get him back from the market to his house. Nasradin would go about his business around the town for a week or two and then make the trek again.

This went on for years. Each time, Nasradin would get a couple of donkeys from somewhere out in the desert, load them up with pots and pans, head out of the city to the market in Baghad, and each time the guard would stop and thoroughly check each donkey for the contraband he was sure Nasradin was attempting to secret out to the market. Each time, the guard found nothing and had to watch as Nasradin led the overburdened donkeys out of the city and could only watch as Nasradin returned alone except for a sack with his money and his meager supplies to get him home.

After a couple of decades, it was finally time for the guard to retire and spend the rest of his days with his wife, sons and grandchildren. One last time, he stopped Nasradin as Nasradin took a couple more donkeys heavily burdened with pots out of the town and on to market. This last time, the guard did an especially thorough job searching each donkey, and still he found nothing and had to allow Nasradin to pass.

But as Nasradin returned to the town a couple of days later, again alone and with the sack of supplies, the guard could no longer stand it and stopped Nasradin, saying "For years I have checked as you've brought a litany of donkeys through loaded with pans to take to market. I know you were smuggling something! And today is my last day as guard of our town, and before I leave my post, I must know! You must tell me! I will not mention it to a soul. What was it you were smuggling through this gate and on to the market in Baghad?"

Nasradin looked at the guard and said simply "Donkeys."

Sometimes, that which we seek is right in front of us all the time, and because we are looking much deeper for what it is we seek, we are unable to see it.

Each of you who attempted to guess what the theme was of the photos I posted from Feb. 2 through 10 did a remarkable job of outling your choice and most of you actually skirted, even mentioned, the theme. But I am not clever enough to make it too complicated and chose to make the theme something fairly easy: Rocks.

The qualifiers you chose to put on the theme was interesting for me to observe, but my sense was much more simplistic than that, so I must stick with "Rock" and declare Justin the winner because he was the first to mention a suggestion with "rock" as part of the theme. So, Justin, you may graze through the site and choose the photo of your choice and I shall send it to you.

Thanks for playing, everyone....

Photo of the Day: Along Peachtree Street, Atlanta, GA, October, 2004

The Wisdom of Ellen DeGeneres

Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for--in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Photo of the Day: Splendid color in Vancouver, BC; Feb. '04.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Photo of the Day: Seattle's Pike Street Market, late night; July, 2003.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Photo of the Day: Heriot Bay, Quadra Island, BC. May, 2004.

The Wisdom of Alan Keightley

Once in a while it really hits people that they don't have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Photo of the Day: Lost Lake, high Oregon Cascades; October, 2003.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

A contest of sorts

Starting with my February 2 post, there has been a theme to the photos I have put up on the site. Sometimes it is easier to detect what the theme is than at others. And admittedly, today's photo is a bit of a pun on that theme. But the first reader who first posts here with the correct answer to the theme will win an enlargement of any photo of mine posted on the blog. The winner gets to choose which photo they would like to have.

To keep this from going on through next summer, the contest will end at 10 PM (Pacific Standard Time), Thursday, Feb. 17, 2005. If no one correctly answers the theme, no photo will be awarded.


Photo of the Day: From my rock photos site; Paul Barrere of Little Feat, Roseland, Portland, OR, June 25, 2003.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Photo of the Day: A relatively new auto bridge over the Crooked River just north of Terrebonne, OR. January, 2005.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Photo of the Day: Outside the Asian Center on the campus of the University of British Columbia, Vancouver, BC; February, 2004.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Photo of the Day: This piece of wall art is hanging in the gift shop of Taliesin West, Frank Lloyd Wright's Scottsdale, AZ, home. September, 2004.

The Wisdom of G.C. Lichtenberg

Nothing is more conducive to peace of mind than not having any opinion at all.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Photo of the Day: If you look closely, you can see the pattern of the original lava flow in the basalt rock above the Crooked River (OR). January 22, 2005. (As with any of the photos on my page, you can click on them to see the full-sized version)

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Photo of the Day: Black Butte Ranch, OR, and Mount Washington. October, 2003.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Photo of the Day: Meanwhile, about a month later and 2,000 miles away from the tree growing out solid rock in Sedona, I took a tram to the top of Stone Mountain, GA, and found another tree growing out of solid rock. October, 2004.

TheWisdom of Albert Einstein

We should take care not to make the intellect our god; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Photo of the Day: Rock foundation for an outside stair well, Hollyhock Farm, Cortes Island, BC. May, 2003.

The Wisdom of Taro Gold

It is easy to be the person you have always been, for it requires no change, no self-reflection, and no growth. It may appear that changing yourself requires giving up something. In reality, there is no need to give up anything--you must simply add to what has been.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Photo of the Day: I climbed a couple hundred feet up this rock while in Sedona, AZ, and found this tree growing out of its top. This is the same tree as the one in the photo I posted Oct. 5, 04, but looking the opposite direction. September, 2004.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Photo of the Day: Entrance to a bicycle shop; SW 10th and Salmon streets, Portland, OR, Jan. 26, 05.

The Wisdom of C.S. Lewis

Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them--never become even conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?