It is that dark hour before the dawn where, with tackiness in my eyes, I try to focus on the light that slides past the…
Category: The Inner Workings
Short, potentially scary, insights as to what goes on in my brain.
“Lets run the Petzoldt”, I joke as we regroup from our last down. Anna is the quarterback and in this pick-up game of football, that…
We hunker. The ambient air temperature is 45 degrees and last night’s dusting of snow cloaks Gannet and its cohorts. A cold wind whips down…
Is it possible to de-assess myself? Stress is weighing on me, heavier than the sixty pounds of gear and food I am shouldering up this…
“What the fuck are you doing?” “God damn it.” “Fucking A Spaulding…” Those words roll off my tongue with an alacrity I didn’t know I…
“What does one have to do to get in your blog?” John asks as we rope up below the Red Rock classic, Black Magic. I…
I can feel the vertical crease between my eyebrows getting deeper the longer I squint upward. My partially closed eyes are not due to me…
“Ok Bria, I might actually fall on this pitch” I say as I unclip from the anchor. “I am with you” she replies, looking down…
Blades of purple peaks, like the backs of lumbering dinosaurs, break the horizon, giving perspective to an immense flatness. Wind barrels across the nothingness, faster…
I used to think I wanted to be an artist. To me an artist had always been one who painted, drew or sculpted. In those…
It is the best of times, it is the worst of times, it is the age of wisdom, it is the age of foolishness, it…
1 December 2015–It is my time. Over the years it has always been the same. Never secretive, but usually alone. It just feels better that…
18 September 2015–Aahh the feelings of inadequacy that come with not being able to send the project. Not good enough. Wanting it too bad. People…