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field work
sacrifice: limestone
.50 calibre sacrifice
.50 calibre sacrifice
sacrifice, Urosaurus ornatus
Found this guy stuck in a bucket that had about a quarter-inch of cold rainwater in it. Chilled to immobility, he rapidly warmed up on my hand, but I managed to get this shot before I had to get him back outside where he raced away.
this is the way I entered the new year
What do the strange markings tell us about the civilization that produced such an object? Given the rare metal it appears to be fabricated of, it is clearly a fine ritual object. It was, however, subject to some sort of violence as suggested by the asymmetric penetrations in one end, and it appears to have been intentionally crushed at some point — with a certain symbolic gesture perhaps? A strange planet, this one.
sacrifice, no touching!
.50 calibre sacrifice, Opuntia phaeacantha
.50 calibre sacrifice, Opuntia phaeacantha
sacrifice, botryoidal quartz and Chilopsis linearis
sacrifice, water
.50 calibre sacrifice
.50 calibre sacrifice, Mammillaria grahamii
.50 calibre sacrifice, Carnegiea gigantea
sacrifice/Light on water sketch
Of the many sketches being prepared for the kickstarter campaign — the return to core ideas.
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.50 calibre sacrifice, in the zone
Entering the zone on the north side of Granite Mountain Wilderness area on a long and mesmerizing transit. It’s the site of a massive wildfire burn from last June: I feel a bit like I’m in Tarkovsky’s Stalker. This image witnesses spalled granite (from the great heat of the fire) and completely dead, a sunstantial manzanita trunk. The fire was of such a heat that much of the burn area was sterilized rather than being regenerated. More images and commentary shortly.
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walking the dawg: sacrifice
An afternoon walk with Luna across the canyon to the eastern ridge to look back at the yurt. It’s windy as hell and there is haze in the air, occasional whiffs of fire — dust from Utah and distant forest fire smoke. Not a good sign, but scanning info sources, there is no evidence that there is a fire anywhere close. With wind speeds gusting to 60 mph, though, given the dryness, good Lord, anything Lighting anywhere would likely be explosive.
.50 calibre sacrifice
.50 calibre sacrifice
sacrifice: gloves
They may look fine on the backs, but the palms are trashed and shredded, they’ve been used for a decade of fire-tending at chill campsites around the west, after a useful career in colder places. Not even sure where I got them, but I suspect in Iceland in the early 1990s. They’ve had a good life.
.50 calibre sacrifice
.50 calibre sacrifice
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sacrifice: empty pen
Staedtler pigment liner 0.3, Art. Nr. 308 03-9, EAN 40 07817 330418
I had the ‘ex’ send me four of these from Iceland a couple years back, but am on the last one now, they don’t do to well in hot & dry situations. But otherwise, they are an excellent and clean substitute for my exploding Koh-i-noor India Ink drafting pens which were just too sensitive to changing air pressure (i.e., flying), and had to be totally disassembled and cleaned prior to any travel. The beauty of the line, and the feel of the metal tip on paper was superlative, but the hassle was too much for the traveler to bear.
.50 calibre sacrifice
.50 calibre sacrifice
.50 calibre sacrifice
.50 calibre sacrifice
.50 calibre sacrifice
I decide to initiate a new series for the sacrifice project — this time, using the large bag of .50 caliber machine gun bullets collected out on the gunnery range on the expansive salt flat south of Wendover last year. The brass sheathings on the “balls” are weathered green from time and brine. These evidences of the military-industrial complex need to be re-distributed back around the west.
Cartridge, Caliber .50, Ball, M2. Used by M2 and M85 machine guns. The cartridge is intended for use against personnel or unarmored targets. The cartridge is identified by a plain bullet (“ball”). Type Classification: STD – OTCM 36841
.50 calibre sacrifice
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sacrifice against skyworms
sacrifice, Ferocactus emoryi
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sacrifice, looking west
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sacrifice from Dritvík
sacrifice: Ya’ a’ te’ eh
The most sacred of places is made powerful by the history, stories, songs and prayers it contains. As we see this place, it is an experience of awe and gratitude. It is as if the Holy People are physically comforting us, encouraging us, smiling at us, strengthening us. That Diné Tah (the land of the Navajo people, the Diné) seems an empty, barren place suits us—we are among the most fortunate people in the world because of it. — Luci Tapahonso
A successful trip with Uncle Al to Grand Falls, and with last night’s rain and full moon, the falls were a torrent of mocha-red water.
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pilgrimage north-east
flickering times. a month of brilliant sunrises, a month full of stress. some enjoyment, as per usual, though not enough. slingshot north and east to the Front Range, propelled by various portents of success and survival. across Indian Lands, regenerating the rolling vision quest. through the mountains, in the chill of an un-heated car, thanks to a leaky heater valve on the interior heater unit. Wolf Creek Pass. and the ritual stop at the Center of the Universe. leaving a whisker from Yokono there in the artesian fountain — Yokono who narrowly escaped euthanasia-by-injection last Saturday as the vet was too busy. poor beast. she has been suffering of late. took her in for a haircut which leaves her ego a bit bruised, but otherwise she gets quite perky after a cut, unencumbered by pinching mattes of her long hair everywhere on her body. this time, even under her chin. age leaves her no will to groom. and then in the last days her hips seemed to be giving her significant trouble. so it went. anyway. through Durango for a brief visit with Richard and Holly and the kids. Richard on his way north and west to Seattle. on business.
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Akeno leads the last day of her Butoh lessons in Mika’s class. and serves home-made sushi and green tea. and then does a ten-minute performance. about the lotus and a small Buddha-child statue. about what is happening in the energized soul of the statue as the elemental powers of presence flow through it. the dreams of the world. amazing. I take a stone that Loki and I found in Colorado, one with a textured color that reminded me of anagama-fired ceramics. I give it to her after her performance. there was the stone that I gave to Simon Stockhausen that he made a composition from, and all the other stones that have found me for a time, and then found an Other to join for a time. and all those stones will be around long after we are all dead. this is an undocumented part of the sacrifice project