this much—this little—i know
this too is data
blue snow shadows at dusk light
you leave a trace
a gift, not for you
the field gives you the questions
more symbols shared than missed
evidence and interpretation
find your own rhythm, steady the course
whose imaginaries will be surfaced, honored and sustained?
whose stories matter? where are the harbored? how are they found?
the setting sun knew, so the oak stood in the way
discover, declare what's true
actively touch and feel
discern the disagreeable
know both human scale and sentiment
find and know what couples
find your own rhythm...steady the course and leap, return, repeat too
hue, value, hot, cool, near, far, wave, foam
possess and care
what stone, saw, chisel, hand in this act of culture and coursed ashlar?
build knowledge through experience
embodied knowledge through active (not passive) observation
embodied knowledge accrues
primary is the pulse of living things
tapping into cultural idiosyncrasies
the field is also play
what you store is not where you were
wrest things from their context
notes that speak your tongue
wing it. take flight(s). land anew.
don't miss what might amaze
rearrange the pieces
remember your other senses
redefine the selfie
act understand communicate
sometimes you must scrape to see
rightsize, oversize...but don't downsize your rocks or imagination
it only comes once
choices matter, signs deceive
this too is the world
creep, parasitic sublime
here now, gone next time
wedding of elemental companions
not even close
sunset? fire? firmament?
put your head in the clouds and take someone with you
the field in here shapes the field out there
Look and listen intensely
tracking salt stained fissures
stare until you have no name for it
who dwells here?
look for the stories
it is not always about pictures
this too is a field
it is dynamic, forever changing
tools bias inquiry
it's about asking the right questions
do you know what you are looking for? and why?
the boxes you don't see are the boxes that keep you from seeing
it starts with daydreaming
it is about what you don't carry
it starts in here
look deeply with feet on the ground
stay alert to small seductions
at least it was a method
in every mundane, the strange
each step a decision
anthropology or archaeology?
how many events?
from here, too easy
reflect often and again
scale is a phantasm
are we listening?