December 30, 2010

December 29, 2010

wow

Check out this photograph: 365/363 (from dangerousmeta!).

December 28, 2010

raindrops



resolutions and whutnots

I recently saw LinkedIn's Top 10 profile buzzwords and subsequently updated the "objective" section of my resume:
I am a humble, quiet, kind and loyal worker who seeks only to do your bidding. I will cheerfully perform the lowliest tasks you put before me, and I will ask no recompense or reward beyond the opportunity to perform ever more difficult tasks for you. I will continuously give you all the credit for everything good and I will always take the blame for everything bad.

I have a feeling this will be my lucky year.

Also, I have found that I can group my long list of small New Year's resolutions into three large ones: 1) Take a vow of poverty and 2) silence, and 3) Be grateful for everything. :)

December 26, 2010

December 24, 2010

cookies



bren's apple pie



epic

aries



This young fellow and his caretaker are moving in with us after the new year. Yay!

knot fables



December 21, 2010

trail in another light



There's a small raptor atop the canopy in the center of this picture. Maybe a kestrel or a merlin. I didn't get a close look.

xii-xxi-x



High clouds. Just a glimpse.

T-minus 731.

December 19, 2010

December 17, 2010

xii-xvii-x



happy birthday, bren

December 15, 2010

i love this

But how shall I show my love, since love proves itself by deeds? Well! The little child will strew flowers...she will embrace the Divine Throne with their fragrance, she will sing Love's Canticle in silvery tones. Yes, my Beloved, it is thus my short life shall be spent in Thy sight. The only way I have of proving my love is to strew flowers before Thee--that is to say, I will let no tiny sacrifice pass, no look, no word. I wish to profit by the smallest actions, and to do them for Love. I wish to suffer for Love's sake, and for Love's sake even to rejoice: thus shall I strew flowers. Not one shall I find without scattering its petals before Thee...and I will sing...I will sing always, even if my roses must be gathered from amidst thorns; and the longer and sharper the thorns, the sweeter shall be my song.

- The Story of a Soul: The Autobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux


This is a good book.

December 14, 2010

brown recluse



Pretty in their own scary way.

December 12, 2010

December 8, 2010

this paragraph snuck up on me

The vault above us is not deaf because the universe is an idiot; the silence is not the heartless silence of an endless and aimless world. Rather the silence around us is a small and pitiful stillness like the prompt stillness in a sick-room. We are perhaps permitted tragedy as a sort of merciful comedy: because the frantic energy of divine things would knock us down like a drunken farce. We can take our own tears more lightly than we could take the tremendous levities of the angels. So we sit perhaps in a starry chamber of silence, while the laughter of the heavens is too loud for us to hear.

- Orthodoxy, G. K. Chesterton

December 4, 2010

December 3, 2010

December 1, 2010