Come, my friends, 't is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows;
for my purpose holds, to sail beyond the sunset,
and the baths of all the western stars, until I die.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows;
for my purpose holds, to sail beyond the sunset,
and the baths of all the western stars, until I die.
- "Ulysses" by Tennyson
To Savannah, your love and creativity inspire me every time I hold my camera. I don't know the words to express how much I miss you.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
- Jack Kerouac
To Brother +Jack, you lived the Gospel every day in a way that reverberates out and inspires me even all these years after you went home. I look forward to our reunion, my bishop, my brother, my friend.
"In the 17th Chapter of St Luke, it is written: 'the Kingdom of God is within man' - not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure."
- Charlie Chaplin
To Shawn and Jeanette, you never knew just how much your friendship and the adventures we shared meant to me. I smile whenever I think of you, which is often. I know that wherever you are, you're together and having one hell of an adventure. I hope our stories intertwine again.
If all you got to live for is what you left behind
Get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine
Lost my boots in transit babe, pile of smoking leather
Nailed a retread to my feet and prayed for better weather
Get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine
Lost my boots in transit babe, pile of smoking leather
Nailed a retread to my feet and prayed for better weather
- "Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodleloo" by the Grateful Dead
To my grandparents, you taught me to ground myself in creation and nature, to see God's fingerprint on every leaf and his handywork in every mountain. I don't go on a single adventure that I don't with you were here to share with me.
When thru the woods And forest glades I wander
And hear the birds Sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook And feel the gentle breeze,
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
And hear the birds Sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook And feel the gentle breeze,
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
- "How Great Thou Art" by Carl Boberg