Last year, when I walked to and/or up Mt. Tabor every day, I got a lesson in discipline as well as a lesson in finding the new in the familiar. How many different routes could I find that led to the same place? If I climbed a path one day and descended it the next,... Continue Reading →
week two: kronos makes me cry
I was once the bored kid staring at the ornate ceiling of the symphony. All that scroll and gold leaf and the fact that I was in a dress, let me know that this was a special occasion. Not everyone got to sit in a velvet seat and listen to a symphony. But I didn't... Continue Reading →
week one: poetry, booze and pillsbury doughboys
Almost every day, I walk by the East Portland Eagle Lodge, a mural-wrapped one-story building sitting in the corner of a block-sized parking lot. On Thursdays there's a flea market in the lot. Once a month there's a twilight rummage sale indoors where you can drink a beer and browse through people's crap. I've been... Continue Reading →
the project
Language used to be enough. Story used to be enough. Image used to be enough. Now I need frames around these frames. I need architecture beneath my impulses. In 2012 I gave myself the goal of daily walks to Mt. Tabor, a big, beautiful park near my house in Portland, OR. I actually started daily... Continue Reading →
Tracy Burkholder 