colorado

i've begun to notice that

on the mountains of colorado

when they are covered

entirely covered with white

there are moments

when you pause

and drink in the surroundings

and taste the crisp air

and swallow it after crunching

and everything looks brilliant

the hills are dusty and vibrant

and fade into sky at a point unbeknown

and trees of dark green with white tips

are scattered 

or not scattered 

in rows amongst the hills

and you feel a sort of connection

with everyone else passing by

as if

all together

we have stumbled upon something secluded

some uncharted land

that lifts our chilled spirits

as we slide through

hear you me by jimmy eat world

There's no one in town I know

You gave us someplace to go

I never said thank you for that

Thought I might get one more chance

What would you think of me now?

So lucky

So strong 

So proud

I never said thank you for that

Now I'll never get the chance

May angels lead you in

Hear you me, my friends

On sleepless roads the sleepless go

May angels lead you in

And if you were with me tonight

I'd sing to you just one more time

A song for a heart so big

God couldn't let it live

found magazine

for good from wicked

I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason

Bringing something we must learn

And we are lead to those who help us most to grow

If we let them

And we help them in return.

Well, I don't know if I believe that's true

But I know I'm who I am today because I knew you

Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun

Like a stream that meets a boulder

Halfway through the wood

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

But because I knew you, 

I have been changed for good

It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime

So let me say before we part

So much of me

Is made from what I've learned from you

You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart

And now whatever way our stories end

I know you have re-written mine

By being my friend

Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea

Like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

But because I knew you,

I have been changed for good

nan goldin

marcel duchamp

"The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act."

minimalism

the focus is entirely on the viewer's reaction; self-realization