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Optimism
The Morning is blue, and whatever happens is perfect.
by Jo ChapmanPort townsend — Waking up, I knew that today I could get whatever I want. Drinking two cups of Yorkshire Gold on an empty stomache further compels this belief. People and events that would once depress me in their perceived value, change and I feel free. So I treat myself to breakfast at the magnificent Owl Sprit. French toast with walnuts, raisins and yogurt. Warm coffee that tastes like chocolate and berries...
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Sneaking across a private airstrip : beholding the clouds lit by a werewolf moon.
by Jo ChapmanPort townsend — Every night I make my way home from town, via a local trail that navigates the zig-zag barriers between private properties, (somewhat makeshift paths like those made from cracks in ice, or lightning s...
Fog horns before the city wakes
by Jo ChapmanPort townsend — Cloud banks roll over the peninsula, filling the sound with white walls that hide the sky. Biking, hands balanced out to the wet air - the smells of moisture, kelp and sea salt mingle with the cold m...
When hiding under a tree...
by Jo ChapmanPort townsend — Caught out in the rain on a spontaneous morning walk. On waking I couldn’t resist the dark clouds and chanting trees. The lighting is blue and electric gold - the color of water and autumn. Green leav...
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After the musk and scent of sweat and desperate breath...
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ferry, rainy day, Black and White
The lull of Salish swaying below me.
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blue planet, Black and White, plant a tree
I live in a beautiful little corner on the blue planet.
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Optimism
The Intruder that breaks the silence
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Optimism
The Morning is blue, and whatever happens is perfect.
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When hiding under a tree...
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Paper thoughts
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Wrapped in wool, hugged by a giant chair • Alone with Jenny Hval and her electric toothbrush
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Sunk: until the tide goes out to leave you beached
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Meaning
Menhir • Lighthouse • Vigil Stones
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Faces coming out of the paper .ii
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Sneaking across a private airstrip : beholding the clouds lit by a werewolf moon.
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Fog horns before the city wakes
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Roaming old haunts: Steel Mill
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Waking to write, and watch Jack Frost work his winter touch.
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In Nature we see there is no story, that every legend, fable, myth is desperate.
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Sometimes I wake up hopeful in the morning.
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My people call...
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Flashcards. New schema for new territory.
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After the musk and scent of sweat and desperate breath...
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Somedays you either laugh or cry unintentionally.
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ferry, rainy day, Black and White
The lull of Salish swaying below me.
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blue planet, Black and White, plant a tree
I live in a beautiful little corner on the blue planet.
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Optimism
The Intruder that breaks the silence
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Fall
An autumn night 3 years ago
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Optimism
The Morning is blue, and whatever happens is perfect.
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Family Feud: Rules as confusing as American football, but significantly fewer concussions. New national sport?
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When hiding under a tree...
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The Paper Mill • Steam, engines, and the smell of piss and brocolli.
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Finishing a letter to a dear friend, I leave the mess - keeping the sorcery alive, like embers in a ring of stones.
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Paper thoughts
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Brainstorming with Jared - on a walk through the woods.
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Wrapped in wool, hugged by a giant chair • Alone with Jenny Hval and her electric toothbrush
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3rdspace launch
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Philosophy
Tea is ever the companion of philosophy • Symmetry
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Sunk: until the tide goes out to leave you beached
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On night walks, when the moon reflects cold, colorless light, the clouds look like moving continents, the darker sky behind them great and silent bodies of water.
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Aspects of lighting
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Libations before College: Drinking the most I've ever drunk. Approximately twelve ounces of miscellaneous liquors.
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Meaning
Menhir • Lighthouse • Vigil Stones
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Faces coming out of the paper .ii
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Late night. Little sleep. Good ideas brewing with friends across the water.
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Faces coming out of the paper
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Sneaking across a private airstrip : beholding the clouds lit by a werewolf moon.
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Fog horns before the city wakes
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Roaming old haunts: Steel Mill
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Farewell David
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Traveling into town
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