inbetween

what more can you say? I guess I can say more: 11 days for Athens and the islands Mykonos, Santorini and Milos. It was amazing. The trip was amazing. Gyros, moussaka, souvlaki, cats like rats around the city, ancient ruins next to your dinner table, trekking from amazing view to the next, walking through Santorini’s vertical city on the edge of a volcano crater, sunrises and sunsets on different islands, cards and dice and milkshakes and people watching. Beach crawling, ferry-riding, shopping through ancient Athens’ winding streets, heading up hill to visit the towering acropolis and the great new museum (a must-visit - their cold chocolates are worth the ticket price). We loved it. Go to Greece.

Work sent me to new york city a couple weeks ago for another spiritual activist summit. The weekend was a great one; particularly for the amazing conversations and the central park time in between. This time of year: beautiful nyc.

for a day and it was great. Light, buoys, walls, wood, lots, and lobster traps. What more would you want on a Saturday?

It’s been a year now since I’ve been working near this fantastic building, long enough for me to gather it in frames of different seasons, light, and weather.

it’s an important question. One of the best. If you haven’t answered it yet (and are also interested in receiving an email update every time I publish new stuff) feel free to look to your right where you’ll find the exciting form. The next iteration of this artistic data gathering will include your vote.

With a snap of his fingers Dan made up this pretty graph. Inspired by an article in Wired magazine, I decided to inject the graph with hyper design energy. You’ll see the photograph (Belize, 2007) that inspired the design as well. And so, here’s how we rank when it comes to our breakfast choices:

work flew me to Victoria last weekend where we held a spiritual activism summit. The camera really came out when I attended a walking-lecture that walked itself up to the top of a little hill overlooking the sea. Many of these are from that walk. All in all, greens and blues and oranges and some straws, some flower shadows, a peacock in the park, a compass, some holding hands, some faith. Just great.

I ran up to Portland, Maine two weekends ago to run a race dedicated to a friend of mine, with two friends of mine. The weekend was perfect, the cross-country run caught me off guard, the company was the best, and there were cats. Here’s to running with cool cats and to playing with two others after-hours.

We spent a week together at our cabin on the Puget Sound this August and it was the best. The only thing missing was Ross, our favorite brother, but we brought boyfriends and girlfriends to make up for it. We had a daily dose of playing on the tideflats, picking blackberries, baking, eating stuff with cheese on it, hanging out on couches or on the floor near couches, all with mountains, water and the best smelling air in the world as the backdrop. Our favorite place to be. Our favorite people to be with. Except for Ross. Sorry Ross.

Ryan Schroeder, Jamie’s boyfriend, took this next one. I love the layers and the wind of green coming in:

And he took this one, the best photo of Jamie, ever. Always way easier to get good ones when your subjects are in love with you. Very helpful:

it turns out that the most hiked mountain in the world is Mt. Fuji and that the second most hiked mountain in the world is Mt. Monadnock. It felt like it. Rare not to see someone else in front of or behind you on the trail, weird that a usually quiet in-middle-of-nowhere wilderness experience invited the rest of New England, and surprisingly cool and exciting that the summit part of the hike felt like a party. Everyone was there. I didn’t expect to feel that way - I’m used to my views being mostly just my views, you know, it’s a few friends and I silent or talking on the way up and silent or talking at the top. It felt nice to see all the people who weren’t hiking Mt. Fuji that day. This last Saturday was a perfect day for partying.

And for pulling over to browse through antique furniture and ancient Pepsi bottles on tables on dirt lanes on the way. Here, Laur reads from a very old book at a yard sale whose seller has her horse grazing nearby and whose wolf-fur boots from Alaska are half off at $800.

The last photo in this post is of me, shot by Laur.

there they are. And that’s why I love this photo. Mom and Dad are being nice to me. Ross is present, Jamie’s not, and Lauren’s in between. In a line. Standing in a skinny street somewhere in Belize in 2006. Found this as I was looking through some things.