Leap of Faith

 

Forty years ago, I read Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling. Kierkegaard expounds on the story of Abraham and Isaac, the commandment of the Lord to Abraham to sacrifice his son. Abraham proceeds to fulfill the commandment but is stopped in the last moment by an angel. Kierkegaard then defines faith as the "leap," knowing that the leap can only end in disaster, but believing that it will somehow, through faith, end otherwise.

Max Factored

Mercedes and Rachel had a suitcase full of tricks when they came to model. I'm calling this one Max Factored. It may be my favorite:

Cheers to Mercedes and Rachel.

Sibling Rivalry

Mercedes and Rachel, sisters with obvious affection, obliged me with a photo shoot. When I asked them if they ever fought as kids, Rachel grabbed Mercedes' hair and yanked it. My camera was running, and that led to this painting. They're still friends.

 

Go into the Arts

Taken from Sherry's Facebook. I like this quote:

"If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” 

Kurt Vonnegut, Man without a Country 

Pastorale

Waiting for Albinoni

The latest piece. I asked Louise last night why some pieces are harder to create than others. She said,
"They're all hard. You just forget."

Rocking the Boat

Louise is the creative, restless one between us. We no sooner get home from vacation, and she's hunting for apartments in New York City. It's not enough to sit and smell the flowers--not for long, anyway. No sitting on our derrieres around here. One life to live, and we're damn well going to live it. Or part company. Have you heard the news? Tom and Louise are splitting.

So tonight we made a short list of things we might do to keep ourselves filled with adventure. Nothing scary, mind you. No skydiving, no cliff jumping, no acrobatics in the air. And since I can't swim, no water sports. Here's our list:
Hike to Donut Falls--not to the top, mind you, just to the bottom
Museum of Natural History
Antelope Island
Fishing on Corn Creek and in Fillmore, Chalk Creek
Cabins at Fish Lake
Camper/tent and camping
Drive to Monroe
Sit on a stream
Corn Creek camping

Pretty tame, most of it. No bucket list here. Monotone. Dullsville. But we did come up with one idea we both like. The Larry Miller Motorsports Park, where you can rent these little "go karts" that you drive like hell around an enormous track, "over three times the size of Disneyland," the online blurb says. And then, as if written for Tom and Louise, the caption, "GET YOUR HEART RACING."

That's the ticket. Get our hearts racing. More ideas tomorrow. Meanwhile, I'll start my engine.

So, dear reader, what do YOU do to get your heart racing?