Altered Books

August 13, 2014

Folded books with silver gelatin prints mounted on the inside covers. Lies flat or hangs. Unique pieces. Inquire for pricing.

A Muse Yourself

sometimes it helps if you just write it down

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“Trip Lord” they called him, having lead over 300 expeditions thru the Grand Canyon. He read this passage to us on the first day… This is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for god sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves. After you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm. That’s what I believe. The truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. We get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. Life itself does it’s best to take that memory of magic away from us. You don’t know what’s happening until one day you feel you’ve lost some thing but you’re not sure what it is. It’s like smiling at a pretty girl and she calls you “sir.” It just happens. -Robert R. McCammon “Boy’s Life” @westernriverexpeditions

Canyon Crew. I love these people. With a special shout out to David Bozymski 🔥This was all his big idea and he planned the trip of a lifetime. #genius @westernriverexpeditions #raftingthegrandcanyon

System Reboot #raftingthegrandcanyon @westernriverexpeditions

One hundred eighty eight miles of joy. #raftingthegrandcanyon @westernriverexpeditions

The very best canyon shower #raftingthegrandcanyon @westernriverexpeditions #westernriverexpeditions

Early morning in the Grand Canyon. Coffee was on at 5am. #raftingthegrandcanyon @westernriverexpeditions

Sleeping outside every night was one of my most favorite things. #thegrandcanyon #raftingthegrandcanyon @westernriverexpeditions

We got off the raft every day for lunch. This was one of my favorites stops. #187.6miles✔️ #grandcanyon #westernriverexpeditions @westernriverexpeditions

On our way home after rafting 187.6 miles of the Grand Canyon. One for the books! 🔥🔥🔥 @westernriverexpeditions #westernriverexpeditions #thegrandcanyon #grandcanyon