{the tip of the iceberg}

I said grace cannot prevail until law is dead, until moralizing is out of the game. The precise phrase should be, until our fatal love affair with the law is over - until, finally & for good, our lifelong certainty that someone is keeping score has run out of steam & collapsed. As long as we leave, in our dramatizations of grace, one single hope of a moral reckoning, one possible recourse to salvation by bookkeeping, our freedom-dreading hearts will clutch it to themselves. And even if we leave none at all, we will grub for ethics that are not there rather than face the liberty to which grace calls us.

Robert Farrar Capon











images: google

{another day in paradise..}

i love my job.
& the people there most of all.
for sure.



















be happy. eat pie.

{signs & wonders}

people, you all should really listen to animal kingdom & eat more butter-browned fish, read danny meyer's book & give more hugs (ignore this if you already do).

lately i've wanted to be my own version of harold crick's ana pascal...complete with star tattoo. her sassy bakery with the round red window always makes me happy, & i can see myself owning something similar. i've already picked the music playlist...haha.
& then of course there's the dream to be the female counterpart to Ned the Pie Maker, with a quirky half smile, & own The Pie Hole with green checkered floors.

it's amusing to me that studios think they can reliably promote a movie by pasting "from the creators of the Matrix trilogy!" onto the trailer.
anyways...enough rambles.

" I have not taken into consideration the fact that some people, on our country & our times, deeply despise the art of painting & pretend that it only produces idolatry. A good Christian will not be led to superstition by pictures or images any more than an honest man to crime for wearing a sword. One should be totally mad to wish to address a prayer to a picture, to a piece of wood or stone. A picture is more good than evil as long as it is well executed, with art & with honesty." ~Albrecht Durer

{between noon & three}

The Reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellarful of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two-hundred proof grace - of bottle after bottle of pure distillate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly. The word of the gospel - after all those centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps - suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started...Grace has to be drunk straight: no water, no ice, & certainly no ginger ale; neither goodness, nor badness, nor the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.

Robert Capon

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{twilight}

[critical mass]

just watched an interview in which ben stein compares ferris bueller's day off with the new testament.
okay.

[friends they are jewels]

i have a lot to do but i'd rather crawl under a rock & look at photography books & read c. s. lewis for several months with a steady supply of sushi & thomas newman...


these are from all saints day. i've been using the digital less & the film canon more, which i've never used before. not sure how they'll turn out (these are digital).