Today would have been my Dad’s 99th birthday celebration. Instead his obituary appeared in the Sunday paper. We visited Lakewood where his and his wife’s ashes are. This letting go of the stories and the place that formed my early years (1950-1970) has been a gift; a doorway opens into a new freedom and adventure. Lines by the Mexican poet Octovio Paz.
Close your eyes and open them
There is nobody not even yourself
Whatever is not stone is light
Obituary for Robert “Bob” Holloway
Brother Bruce beside the local library where I spent many summer days. A delightful walk I made many times with my late sister.
At Lakewood Cemetery today.
My Dad planned ahead ….
September :: the month the world began.
Colville River, Chewelah Washington, above the Columbia River.Jones Beach on the lower Kettle River, Washington, before it reaches the Columbia River.Lake Merritt estuary, Oakland, California.
Tomales Point, Point Reyes Seashore, the Pacific Ocean.
River Bend on the Clark Fork of the Columbia
Extended exposure 120 format pinhole images beside Lake Pend Oreille
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness
Travel images of a Holloway along his most favorite of hollow-ways. My first journeys without end or beginning happened here, explorations without time, along the abandoned tracks of an old trolley, starting in the late-1950s.
I don’t live there anymore and this trip will sever the strings that have beckoned me back over the last fifty some years. I left the day I graduated from High School in that pivotal year 1968, but have returned over the years most recently to spend birthdays with my dad. It’s an odd feeling inside and out to know the closure looms. After all I still know well the humidity, the colors, the sounds and the sky . . . and what are you doing for fun ‽
August 6th 1945 Hiroshima. August 9th, 1945 Nagasaki.
Seventy-five years ago, two nuclear weapons were detonated over the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
‘I Saw the World End’ created by Es Devlin and Machiko Weston, and Voices of War form part of an IWM programme to mark the 75th anniversary of the end of the Second World War. Victory 75 invites reflection on the momentous events that led to the culmination of the conflict and questions the fundamental concept of “victory” when it comes to war.
Blood was pouring out of my flesh. I know it sounds strange, but I felt absolutely no pain. I even forgot to cry.
— Katsuji Yoshida - Nagasaki survivor
From the start at Lemhi Pass the single track trail goes north 55km along along the continental divide Beaverhead mountains. At Janke Lake the run leaves the single track trail and goes off-trail on the boulder fields along the divide before it scrambles a steep downhill into the valley below.
I drove down the afternoon before the run.
There was Covid screening and a pre-race meeting in the park in Salmon Idaho.
I spent the night in Salmon; tent and bag on the earth. The sounds of the nearby Salmon River were music all night long. Beautiful music but a short night as the bus to the start at Lemhi Pass left at 4:30AM in the dark.
Ready to go at Lemhi Pass; 7am, sun coming up, 8,000’ elev. start just above the pass,152 runners of which 6 will drop. View south from the 2017 start of the run. there was not a cloud in the sky all day this year.
Race kit, shoes, pack, food, etc. Some will work and some will not it turns out.
You start at the pass which is already 8,000’ and go up, and up some more, and some more . . . then you leave the trail because, I’m not sure just why, and straddling the Idaho-Montana border on the continental divide, you go up some more on the boulder fields and up and down and up the three peaks to near 11,000’. Then you go DOWN a lot into the Lemhi valley in Idaho.
Again this year we passed through the recent burn at Goldstone. After that there were snow fields with soft snow that made it easy to cool down the rising core temperature. I deliberately didn’t take my camera; mindful of this present moment . . . so long ago. I started and I finished. I did my practice running 1,300 miles since the first of the year, staying fit and keeping my weight below 148 lbs. This was the fourth time running this ultra marathon for me and the first time a 70 year old finished the run. There will be others and faster but for now I covered the 34 miles once again dancing along the divide beneath a summer sun blue sky, feet on the beloved earth and rock of the the Beaverheads. JOY.
Shoes off at the finish in the valley 7,000’ below the ridge. Tired and so so very lucky a man to be able to do this once again.
Wrong choice of shoes and socks, I couldn’t get my energy foods to stay down, cramping, lost a water flask and the poles were unnecessary. . . plan all you want but on a near 12 hour run there will be challenges. Finished as the 90th runner of the 147 out of 152 starters. The boulder field to the high point and then descending down; the most _____________.
2017 - 2018 - 2019 & 2020
A performance of DNA.
Young deer wandering the concrete maze following along
The bulletin board in the alleyway at toMake™
The garden in the evening with the flamingos and cat
Long live the ROXY theatre
High School graduation packages in the 1960s midwest called for including; envelopes, invitations and name cards with first middle last names. But instead of ordering my name on the cards I ordered Amor Vincit Omnia … from Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales in the Nun’s Priest Tale translating roughly “Love Conquers All” but in the tale it was AVO on the priests blouse if I remember right. This little act of rebellion was not well received . . . I’ve one left after all these years.
Cold Toddy Coffee: a dangerously easy to down summer drink. I use Peru beans from Black Coffee freshly roasted. I coarse grind 14 ounces and let soak overnight. Drip drip drip the mix. Then a wee small bit in the cup, add equal parts filtered water and again add in half and half with a dab of maple syrup.
Found rock painted and inside broken open powered and made elegant then wrapped and left hanging in the shop.
Birthday card for my lovely and generous neighbor using the old Royal. Still works without an update to the OS, internet connection and is on lovely Boxcar Press Flurry. Hand carved stone stamp.
Meena the Cat showing excellent afternoon form.
June Running Miles
Packing for the Run. Not sure which cap and shirt.
On the continental divide looking into Montana 2018 Beaverhead run
Katie hands us our weekly delivery from her farm in the Bitterroot.
Basil and eggplant starts and kale . . . en-route home.
The flowering time.
Trail run along the river trail then up the back side to the top of Mount Sentinel and down the face.
Then a good cappuccino from freshly ground Black Coffee beans.
SATOR AREPO (available as a two-colour letterpress print) is based on the oldest datable representation of the Sator Square, found in the ruins of Pompeii. Others have been found in excavations under the church of S. Maria Maggiore in Rome, at Corinium (modern Cirencester in England) and Dura-Europos (in modern Syria). . . One likely translation is "The farmer Arepo has [as] works wheels [a plough]"; that is, the farmer uses his plough as his form of work. Though not a significant sentence, it is grammatical; it can be read up and down, backwards and forwards."
Working in the gaden :: as the Sator Square would suggest we practice, caring for what we sow.