Foolish gibberish
My friend Donna always introduces me to the great food in Portland. I happened to have my pinhole camera with me the day we went to Nong’s Khao Man Gai where I had the signature Chicken and Rice dish.
Camera: Zero 45 (25mm)
Film: Illford FP4 Plus
Exposure time: 5 Seconds
So there is a thing called the FP4 party, started on the Twitters by some of my film photography buddies. The shoot week was the first week of January and the post week is this week. My week starts on a Tuesday and this is my first post. I will post more each day of the week.
I loaded my Zero 45 camera up with sheet film and decided to shoot one sheet a day. Day one was from a hike with my husband on a pretty little trail near my house.
Quick post for you today as I’m in-between a bazillion things at the moment. Another one from last Summer.
Geeky bits:
Camera: Reality So Subtle 6×6
Film: Ektar 100
Exposure time: ? My phone died and I had to use the force. Honestly no clue what the exposure time was for this.
My husband and I watched a documentary on the Tarot a few weeks ago. This jogged his memory that he’d bought a few tarot packs when we lived in Santa Cruz, so he went upstairs to look for them in our spare room. He came downstairs with them and started sorting through the Rider Waite deck while I picked up the Morgan Greer deck and shuffled through the cards. As we were marveling at the illustrations in both decks, Raf said, “you can have the Morgan Greer deck.” I was all, “Cool! Thanks!”
It’s funny because technically this deck has been in my possession for as long as we’ve been married (20 years this past June) and I have laid eyes on it every day because it sits in our bookcase in the room that I meditate in. I literally have started at the cover of this deck for at least 10 minutes everyday for about 7 years. I’ve never touched these cards once (or any of the others. I do like to play with a digital version of the Tarot on my phone, though). Yet when Raf said, “you can have this deck” it suddenly felt like a very precious gift. I’ve looked at them everyday and I love them. I love the illustrations and I love attempting to do tarot readings with them. I look forward to using them in the future. 🙂
The glass slips out of my grasping hands.
CRASH!
A thousand suns glisten on my kitchen floor.
The death poem is a tradition in Zen Buddhism. Our sangha writes one at the new year every year as a way to reflect on the past year. I believe the tradition is that Buddhist monks wrote them on their death beds, but that might be more romanticism than truth. I like the idea of thinking of the putting away of the old year as a kind of death, and thinking about the new year as a rebirth.
You can read my past death poems here, and our sangha’s poems here.
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