And now goodmorrow to our waking souls

On these hot days, the best time to be alive is around 6am, when the sun has just risen while the night chill lingers. Listen to light music, catch that summer breeze, and have a good weekend!

photos above from here

Nurses

While wandering the warehouse-overshadowed eastside industrial district the other day, I was slowly drawn by the distant sounds of electric guitar to a backyard of a bar, where, through the slates of the fence, I observed these guys. They are probably best described by the Willamette week as "A long-lost psychedelic Elephant 6 band who stole Animal Collective's gear and tripped out on The Wizard of Oz one too many times". They are most definitely natives of our little city. Look for their first album, Apple's Acre, this August.
Take a listen.

For he has forgotten self, forgotten bird
and on the riverbank forgotten the rivers name
- Seamus Heaney, St. Kevin and the Blackbird

There's nothing better than waking up to a warm breeze, rich sunlight and a pair of house finches outside your window. I think today begs for a park, a poetry book, and a blanket.

photography by yours truly

You said "live" out loud and "die" You said lightly, and over and over again You said "be".
- Rilke

Above: Rothko

Happy belated birthday, Quiet Cartesian. This would have been up here yesterday if pictures didn't take so long to develop. Here's to many more rambles with camera in hand.

photography by yours truly

ultimately, and precisely in the deepest and most important matters, we are unspeakably alone
- Rainer Maria Rilke

not sure where the pics are from, but let credit go to whomever took them