Cinematography and Architectural Art: The Third & The Seventh

Alex Roman’s short film, The Third & The Seventh, is a stunning piece of modern cinematography that examines architecture, movement, and negative space.  You can see the film below and is highly recommended that you view it in full screen.

The Third & The Seventh from Alex Roman on Vimeo.

.Fullscreen it, please.

A FULL-CG animated piece that tries to illustrate architecture art across a photographic point of view where main subjects
are already-built spaces. Sometimes in an abstract way. Sometimes surreal.

Credits:

CG

|Modelling – Texturing – Illumination – Rendering| Alex Roman

POST

|Postproduction & Editing| Alex Roman

MUSIC

Sequenced, Orchestrated & Mixed by Alex Roman (Sonar & EWQLSO Gold Pro XP)

Sound Design by Alex Roman

Based on original scores by:

.Michael Laurence Edward Nyman. (The Departure)
.Charles-Camille Saint-Saëns. (Le Carnaval des animaux)

Directed by Alex Roman

Done with 3dsmax, Vray, AfterEffects and Premiere.

http://www.thirdseventh.com/

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Reading Flannery O’Connor in a Pseudo-Modern Age

For anyone who took modern literature or a creative writing class, you most likely read Flannery O’Connor’s, A Good Man Is Hard to Find. It’s an American Classic, written by one of the world’s most esteemed storytellers. O’Connor’s dark and often grotesque characters distinguish themselves as soulless and morbid, whose actions are often cruel, violent and immoral. Yet her character’s, regardless of what path they take, are touched by salvation and Divine Providence.

Flannery

O’Connor’s stories take place in the South and the reader is taken to a time and a place in American history when the Civil Rights movement was at its peak. Flannery O’Connor’s stories were, and continue to be criticized for using derogatory language towards African Americans. Whether O’Connor was a racist herself is still being debated among literary circles and scholars alike. While race is a focal point in some of her stories, Flannery O’Connor did not take an apparent stand on the Civil Rights movement that was underfoot.  She wrote the South as it was, and her character’s emulated racial remarks in their dialogue as her contemporary common-folk did.

Many people reading O’Connor for the first time don’t realize that all of her works are rooted in Catholicism. She comes from a school of Catholic writers at the time which includes, Thomas Merton, Dorothy Day and Walker Percy. At first glance, most of her works make no mention of her Catholic beliefs. In fact, one might question her value system, because, quite frankly, her characters are highly unchristian-like. However, all of her stories are embedded with symbols of Divine Providence and the roots of Catholic thought.

A History of Early Catholicism in Four Paragraphs

In order for us to understand the inner-workings of O’Connor’s stories, we must understand the inner workings of the Catholic Faith:

ConstanineIn 313 AD, Constantine the Great legalized Christianity, moving the center of the Roman Empire to Byzantium. This would eventually give rise of the Byzantine Empire. With Constantine living in his newly appointed city of Constantinople, he gifted Rome to the pope to help oversee his domain. This was a final blow to the Roman Empire, creating a domino effect that would eventually collapse the Empire. In time, ancient Christianity split into two separate entities: Eastern Orthodox Catholicism of the Byzantines and Roman Catholicism. This split was caused by two centers of Christian thought separated by two locations on the map.

Bear with me for a second, as this move in history lays the foundation of Western culture and the beginning of Catholic philosophy, in which O’Connor’s stories were based. While very similar, Eastern Orthodox Catholicism focused the scriptures on the Holy Trinity: The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit; while Roman Catholics founded their biblical philosophy on the Incarnation of Christ himself, the idea that God had become human to suffer and die for our sins.

Members of the Early Eastern Orthodox were Greek oriented, and in the footsteps of Socrates and Plato, they created a philosophy around the Holy Trinity. They questioned the faith: If Jesus was both God and man, did he know he was God? In the flesh, was Jesus was capable of sinning? As man, was Jesus all knowing, or limited in his knowledge?

The focus of the Incarnation of Christ in Roman Catholic belief made God human. According to the Roman Catholic faith, Jesus was all knowing and through his crucifixion, Jesus saved humanity. Since God had become present in the flesh, God could intervene in human affairs through Divine Providence, the very foundation of Flannery O’Connor’s stories.

The Short Stories of Flannery O’Connor

Of all forms of fiction, the short story is the most difficult to both read and write.  The short story in itself is highly condensed. Take O’Connor’s story, The Life You Save May Be Your Own, where O’Connor’s protagonist, a nomad of a man, Mr. Shiftlet, a carpenter whose first notable gesture is raising his arms up toward the sun, “his figure formed a crooked cross,” strolls up to a house and is greeted by Lucynelle, an old washed up woman with no teeth, and her mute, innocent daughter, also named Lucynelle.

Upon talking, Mr. Shiftlet notices a broken-down, black, rusted-out car sitting in the yard. The old woman tells him it hasn’t run in fifteen years. Mr. Shiftlet and the old woman talk all afternoon, as the sun sets upon the three of them, a symbol of things to come. In time, Mr. Schiftlet is welcome into the house, where he fixes up the place in return for lodging and food. He eventually repairs the broken-down, rusted out car.

The old woman convinces Mr. Shiftlet to marry the young Lucynelle, her only prized possession. Mr. Shiftlet agrees to this arrangement and they arrive at the courthouse to get married. The old lady to give him seventeen dollars, so he can take his innocent Lucynelle to a motel for their honeymoon.

The two married couple drive off into the afternoon. They continue, driving into the night, where they stop at a diner to get a bite to eat. The young Lucynelle, tired, falls asleep at the counter. The boy working the counter says, “she looks like an angle of Gawd.” In response, Mr. Shiftlet responds, “hitchhiker,” and gives the boy money for food when she wakes up. Mr. Shiftlet leaves, abandoning the mute Lucynelle in the middle of nowhere.

Divine Providence of O’Connor’s story takes root as Mr. Shiftlet drives off into the night, toward Mobile, Alabama. Along the way he see signs reading, “Drive Carefully. The Life You May Save May Be Your Own.” After driving along, he picks up a hitchhiker, a boy—another symbol who tells Mr. Schiftlet to, “go to the devil!” The boy jumps out of the car. The story ends as a turnip cloud passes him and it begins to rain.

The Life You May Save May Be Your Own is based off of Matthew 5:45 which states, “That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”

Literary analysis of this satire is stunning. For those young students wishing to cut and paste my overview into their English essay, will fail miserably. As there is much more to this story than what I written. There is symbol after symbol: there’s the heart Mr. Schiftlet talks about in the beginning of the story in relation to the turnip cloud at the end of the piece, the descriptive color of Lucynelle, making her the symbol of the Virgin Mary, and of the colors of the newly painted car have to be carefully examined. All of this symbolism paints another story—a truth of the human condition and free will in relation to the divine order of the world.

Reading O’Connor in a Pseudo-modern Age

Reading O’Connor at the foot of the twenty-first century not only takes us into the history of the deep south, at a time when black men and women were fighting for equal protection under the law, but her stories force us to face the ugly truths and flaws of ourselves. This demonstration can’t be more apparent than in her story, Everything That Rises Must Converge.

This is a telling story of the social and racial changes the south was facing in the 1950′s, and integrates it into a self transformation, in which the protagonist, a young Julian faces from the sudden death of his mother, which symbolizes the freedom African Americans. His mother’s death emulates the realization of a new era in which has come over the South.

As a pseudo-modern society, we are at a turning point ourselves. Within the wake of global communications, we see the world as it is—as O’Connor saw the south. We see poverty, war, revolution, famine and disease filtered into our news headlines on a daily basis.  For most of us we walk aimlessly, drinking a frothed-up coffee beverage, attached to our mobile devices and 3G networks, unknowingly aware that half of the underdeveloped world is looking toward us to save them. O’Connor’s stories all comes down to salvation and the possibility that Divine Providence might touch our lives in a way we least expect.

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Winter’s Knight, Pseudo-Style

I have reconfigured my blog’s niche to examine the rise of pseudomodernism, or digimodernism, terms in which Alan Kirby initially coined in his article, The Death of Postmodernism and Beyond.  According to Kirby, postmodernism is dead, and we’re living in a world in which: “You click, you punch the keys, you are ‘involved’, engulfed, deciding. You are the text, there is no-one else, no ‘author’; there is nowhere else, no other time or place. You are free: you are the text: the text is superseded.”

For the first time in history, you can announce to the world that you’re sitting on the pot smoking a cigarette.  Facebook, Twitter and other emerging social media outlets have transformed the world in which we live.  We are a globalized community, communicating into some void which would have made a great Sci-Fi story some thirty years ago.

Orange Glow, Matthew Clark Photography and Design

I want this blog to examine the cultural and social ramifications of this emerging technology while building upon great masters of the past.  Otherwise, our cultural value will amount to nothing, no matter how technologically advanced we are, if in five-hundred years, people look back at a culture that has reduced a language to 140 characters.  How we express ourselves visually, audibly and through language adds or devalues cultural points to the era in which we live.

I have changed my blog’s niche to fit into the scope of this modern paradigm.  I have created a community portal, in which you can sign in and create a group about anything you want.  The only rule is that you need to explore a group or topic by building upon, and examining a great work or wonder (whether it’s music, art, literature, or ideals in science and technology).  Through this, we may gain a better perspective of who we are culturally.

Times have shifted and we’re no longer holding a piece of paper or looking at a painting.  With the rise of pseudomodernism, it’s important to keep our artists creating new and better masterpieces.  How do the works of Alice Walker, Mendelssohn, and Joan Miró attribute to our current pseudomodern society?

I don’t have an answer for that.  It’s rhetorical.  And I’ll publish this post pseudo-style, among the trillions of binary codes that are floating around 10010000110000 space, waiting to see what happens.

WK

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Starting Atripla and HIV Therapy

The thought of starting HIV therapy can be a frightening experience. Modern medicine has come a long way from the days of AZT and people diagnosed with HIV and AIDS, who have access to medicine, are living a normal lifespan. HIV positive individuals and people who have AIDS are often introduced to Atripla as their first source of treatment. Atripla is taken once a day, typically at night and is well tolerated by most individuals.

When you first take the medicine, you may feel foggy, lethargic and pretty much out of it. Overtime, your body should adjust to the side effects; the sluggishness will subside and you should feel pretty much like your old self, if not better. When starting Atripla, you should pay attention to how you eat. Fatty foods will increase the side effects of the drug, so don’t go eating a bucket full of fried chicken before taking Atripla.

Despite the fog Atripla initially creates, people may experience vivid dreams, a side effect that is welcome by some and despised by others. Again, this effect should go away within a month or two. Other common effects of Atripla are diarrhea, gastrointestinal problems, lack of appetite among a long list of other side effect that are associated with most medicines on the market. Again, these effects should subside. If you experience a rash, while rare, you should call your physician immediately. The best thing to do is communicate your side effects with your physician and pharmacist.

While the medicine is tolerated by many, others have a difficult time adjusting to Atripla, and if you’re one of those individuals, you should stick with it, the side effects will ease up. Unfortunately, there are some individuals who cannot tolerate Atripla and will have to move onto another regimen. There is a lot of anxiety starting an HIV treatment and the worst thing you can do is look online, at list of horror stories.

There are three combinations of drugs in Atripla that makes this regimen so effective. These include Efavirenz, a non-nucleoside reverse transcriptase inhibitor; Emtricitabine and Tenofovir, two nucleoside analog reverse transcriptase inhibitors. When taken, Atripla blocks the reverse transcriptase enzyme, a component that creates a process in which the HIV genetic RNA strain changes into DNA within the blood cell. By stopping this DNA replication, you stop the HIV virus from invading the immune system.

Atripla’s effectiveness has been keeping HIV positive individuals ‘undetectable’ since the beginning of its release. For most starting Atripla, you’re living on the forefront of modern medicine and in a new era for HIV positive individuals. By eating healthy, staying fit and quitting cigarettes, recreational drugs and excessive alcohol use, your quality of life will greatly increase.

Anxiety over an HIV anticipated drug regimen will take its toll on you both mentally and physically. If you feel anxious or depressed after talking with your doctor and reading up a bit, you should seek help from a trained therapist. Therapy can benefit your overall health. Before starting your new treatment, you should also talk to your doctor about what other drugs you are taking, whether it’s over the counter, prescribed, recreational, or herbal. With that, you will live long and healthy, with a great quality of live, among the ranks of thousands of other HIV positive individuals who take Atripla.

For more information: http://www.atripla.com/
TPAN’s HIV Drug Guide is also a great resource for people living with HIV.

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White Tea, Royal Junshan Yinzhen

Early on, when I first started exploring the art of tea, I discovered a rare and exquisite white tea called the Royal Junshan Yinzhen. It has an almost drugging effect to it, and you experience a mellowing out and the infamously rare ‘tea buzz’ that is only experienced when drinking high grade teas. A high grade, loose leaf tea could be compared to drinking a fine wine. Yes, they’re a bit more expensive, but if you think drinking Tazo is a premium, posh tea, then you need to stop wasting your time and money on these low-grade tea bags and go for something with a higher quality, more relaxing qualities.

Each tea, or blends of tea have different effects. Some dark teas such as Assam could be compared to drinking coffee–it gives you that type of effect. White tea has a very delicate flavor. By nature, I’m pretty wired, so I switched from drinking coffee to tea at work. I bought a nice little ceramic pot with four teacups that I have in my office. I have my own little ‘tea ceremony’ at work. This ritual has become a vital part of my daily life and allows me to step back from the stresses to relax. I have explored variety of teas and will be writing about certain teas and blends in this blog.

In the states, The Royal Junshan Yinzhen can only be bought by Generation Tea. It’s expensive, but defiantly worth the experience. Here is a link to: Generation Tea’s, Royal Jungshan Yinzhen.

White tea

White tea comes from the Fujian, Anhui, Zhejiang and Yunnan providences of China. You can continue to think of it like wine, the teas come from certain vineyards, so to speak. White tea is collected early in springtime and the leaves are hand selected from the tips of the branches. The tea leaves are covered with white fuzz. White tea has the highest concentration of antioxidants and polyphenols among other teas and is proven to lower cholesterol, high blood pressure, and hypertension. While not proven, evidence supports that tea in general, white and green teas in particular, are thought to reduce the occurrence of cancer.

But in all reality, I drink this tea because it relaxes me and gives me a nice buzz. As a whole, I have felt healthier after drinking White Teas. So If you’re still drinking tea out of bags, it’s time to buy yourself a little ceramic teapot, and invest thirty to sixty dollars on some premium tea which will last a couple months. It’s well worth it.

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Noah and the Whale to Release Third Album

On March 7th, 2011, indie-folk band, Noah and the Whale will be releasing their third album, Last Night On Earth. I’m stoked. Their initial release in 2008 titled: Peaceful, the World Lays Me Down was fantastic. Noah and the Whale has mastered unique harmonies, unparalleled to any contemporary artist.

With the release of their second album, The First Day of Spring, Noah and the Whale matured, marking the end of a one hit wonder monster, becoming a stand up indie-folk rock group. The vocal qualities and harmonies became more complex, assertive, and mastered. They demonstrate an exclusive versatility, especially when you contrast their upbeat hit, Love of an Orchestra to an almost dark and sad song, Stranger.

Noah and the Whale released their single, ‘L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N’ on December 3, 2010 quickly becoming a prelude to their next album, Last Night on Earth. This single demonstrates the artistry and continued versatility of their craft.

After listening to, ‘L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N’, I imagine their March 7th release to be their best yet. Noah and the Whale are a rare and wonderful addition to the modern music scene.

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The Wind in the Willows: My Early March Read

With March on the horizon, as the dark cold days of February come to a close, I am reminded of the change of the season. With that, it’s only proper to talk about my annual, early March read, The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame. The Wind in the Willows was first published in 1908 and is typically viewed as a children’s book. Unlike many people who were introduced to The Wind in the Willows as a child, I first read The Wind in the Willows in my mid twenties. Because of its genre, The Wind in the Willows is often overlooked in literary criticism, however, The Wind in the Willows employs some complex literary devices and multi dimensional characters.

The Wind in the Willows moves at a slow and serene pace, yet is fast paced and quick. The Wind in the Willows centers on four animal personas within a rural English countryside. The Wind in the Willows blends mysticism, voyage, values, companionship into an epic journey, setting the characters on a expedition that tests their loyalty, friendships, values and finally, themselves. The Wind in the Willows mirrors Victorian culture, weaving together elegant cuisine, waistcoats, formal invitations, yet, The Wind in the Willows remains Mole and Ratty E.H. Shepardmystical in its natural setting.

The Wind in the Willows begins  in the springtime, where the Mole seems to lose perseverance with his spring-cleaning and dares to depart his subterranean dwelling, only to take a small walk. He winds up near the river, of which he’s never seen. The Mole is introduced to Ratty, a water rat, who takes the Mole under his wing. The Rat introduces his new found friend to a row boat. This would ignite an adventure that would encompass Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. The two animals meet up with Toad in Toad Hall and Badger who lives in the Wildwood. The four animals will embark on an adventure that would unveil an inner journey of strength and endurance.

The Wind in the Willows is also a protest against the industrial revolution, mass production and the newly invented automobile. In its almost Thoreau and naturalist way, The Wind in the Willows captures the wonder and awe of nature, a setting which is in conflict with human technology of the time. Graham uses a number of literary devices that make The Wind in the Willows a unique book in modernist literature. First and foremost, the characters seem to change in size throughout the book. At some points they are the size of humans, and at other times, the same characters are in their natural state. This shift in vantage point makes for a truly unique read, making The Wind in the Willows one of a kind.Wind in the Willows

The timeline for The Wind in the Willows follows the natural order of the seasons. It begins in the spring and proceeds into summer, autumn and winter, ending in the springtime. A character is highlighted throughout each of the seasons. The Mole and Ratty are introduced in the springtime. Toad, in the summer month, and Badger in the winter. Each character’s qualities and actions are symbolized by the change of the seasons in relation to its natural environment.

Kenneth Grahame, writer of The Wind In The Willows, crafted the riverbank tale of Mole, Ratty, Toad and Badger. Kenneth Grahame lived a shattered live, with a difficult childhood. He lived in ill health, poverty and an unhappy marriage. His son, Alastair, his inspiration for The Wind of the Willows, committed suicide in 1920, a tragedy he would never recover from. Grahame died in 1932, at the age of 72. The Wind In The Willows was his only notable work of fiction, a masterpiece of modern British literature.

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Digging out a Blizzard in Chicago

Thanks to Fringe Focus from Flickr

I looked out my front door Wednesday morning and came face to face with a five foot snow drift that blocked me from making any kind of exit.

It took me forty-five minutes to slip out.  I had to continually push the door against the snow, enough to make a narrow escape.

With one shovel, a managed to clear my front porch.  I live by an open field and the drifts accumulated half way up my house, completely covering my cars.  I looked out at the long laborious task ahead of me.  I felt deflated looking at one lonely shovel and mounds of snow that would take days to clear away.

I don’t know what kept me working, but I shoveled for hours, scoop by scoop, clearing a path down my front walkway.  I guess shoveling out of a blizzard is like shoveling out of any problem, no matter how big it is.  You take it away one scoop at a time, and clean up the mess a little bit at a time.  A person doesn’t get out of debt overnight and wars do not end over a treaty.

I look at the revolution that’s happening in Egypt and I can’t begin to wrap my head around the mass chaos the country’s in.  How could you make order over something so big, so misunderstood and so very serious.  In the end, the Chicago blizzard of 2011 doesn’t seem so damn bad.  Regimes have risen and fallen over the years and society seems to find its way.

With mass globalization, I fear society will have to make serious choices over natural resources, energy, food and water.  As our global community grows, our natural resources will continue to grow vulnerable.  Illness will peak and wars will spring up.  The world has a mound of crap it has to dig itself out of.

Chicago’s pretty much a mess at Thanks to b0jangles from flickr.the moment.  The city got slammed with snow.  My body aches and I’m tired.  But I can’t complain too much.  I’m one person clinging onto my mortality, looking for anyway to survive.

I look at this newly formed blog, and I have to wonder why I’m writing it.  It has no readership and my topics have been unfocused.  But I think that’s part of establishing a blog.  I trust it will take it’s own form and define itself into some niche.  In time, if I stick with it, maybe I have some devoted readers.

There’s a lot to write about—too much.  We live in the age of ideas.  I have to take that shovel and start digging, one word at a time until something forms.  Society has a long and laborious task ahead of itself.  In my Zen approach, I hold onto nothing and take it one breath at a time.  I’m going to keep it real.

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Late Middle Ages & Renaissance Music

I occasionally sit in my basement and paint.  My paintings often end up in the trash.  I have no sense of composition, and my colors end up meshing themselves into something brown and indistinguishable.  Needless to say, I’m not a good artist, but I enjoy the process, which is all that really matters.

When I first started painting, in about 2005, I would have the radio playing while I listened to contemporary music.  It didn’t take long before I got tired of hearing the same songs over the radio.

I don’t know when I started listening to classical music.  I came across a local classical station: 98.7 WFMT http://www.wfmt.com/.  The station introduced me to classical music in its broadest sense.  It took a while before I learned how to listen to classical music.  So much of classical music is spatial, and you have to listen to it in a three dimensional form, unlike most contemporary music, which is often linear.

We take our music for granted, relying on our MP3 players, ipods, and car radios everyday.  A few hundred years ago, people didn’t have access to the technology to listen to music on a daily basis.  I can’t imagine the awe of going to a concert hall or symphony and listening to Tchaikovsky for the first time.

I have come to enjoy music from the late Middle Ages/Early Renaissance.  The works of Monteverdi, St. Hildegard, Allegri, Corelli and Scarlatti takes me to a time and a place in history.  What had become a simple enjoyment, became an obsession.

St. Hildegard

A rendition of St. Hildegard, Germany 12th c.

I recently came across an album called: Chirping of the Nightingale: Mr. Playford’s English Dance Master.  This album is a wonderful rendition of early English Renaissance Music.  I highly recommend it, particularly to people who not only have a love for early music, but for individuals looking to explore a new genre of classical music.

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Our Final Fishing Trip

A couple years back, when my father way dying of cancer, my family drove up to the Northwoods. We knew it was going to be our final fishing trip together.

One evening, I sat alone in a small boat that drifted along the clear reflected waters of the Northern Flowage.  With my fishing pole in hand, I studied the wild ways of the great northern diver, a black and white loon whose beak broke beyond Wisconsin’s sacred breast, bearing an ancient song that echoed among acres of juniper, jack pine and tall tamarack in a long slow baritone that cascaded amid the cool, crisp waters of the Chippewa River.

It was getting dark and the sun began to ignite itself beyond the horizon. A thin line of gold and silver glowed from the edges of the trees and cliffs, like a thin platinum necklace laid over a silk, dark-blue scarf; morphing shadowed, black silhouettes upon the refracted waters of northern Wisconsin, becoming something that would give me a reason to dream, to breathe—too live once again.

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It was a moment for me in which my very perception of life had shifted. A moment in which I felt a part of something bigger. All my problems, all my worries were insignificant as I stood up in the boat and looked out over miles and miles of vast wilderness.  Something about it was so profound and frightening and more important than any life experience I had ever encountered.

My father was dying of a glioblastoma, an ugly tumor that rooted itself into his brain.  I myself was diagnosed with HIV a few years back and found life difficult.  Not only did I struggle with the meaning of my own existence, I veiled myself in a cloud of shame and anxiety.

Later that night, I sat gazing into a dying fire.  Embers of wood crackled and glowed in our cabin, illuminating the faces of muskie and northern, walleye and sturgeon.  These monsters of the Northwoods hung on the walls, fixing their glazed glass eyes outside, into the unknown, dark and empty sky.

After this vacation, I would go to work in the drudgery of some small, congested office in Chicago, dreaming that I might live in a cabin on some isolated lake.  I still carry that dream with me everyday, still remembering that moment on the boat in which the world opened up before me.

As humans, we tend to over complicate the smallest of problems.  Life in itself, is simple.  There is only only one moment, one chance, and one breath.  The future is yet to be written and the past, lives on a lake, as the sun descends itself upon archers of juniper, jack pine and tall tamarack.  In the end muskie and northern, walleye and sturgeon fix their glazed glass eyes into the unknown, dark and empty sky.

http://www.chippewaflowage.com/

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