Don’t trade away your happiness now to earn money in hopes that if you make enough you’ll be able to buy it back later.
You can’t.
~ Unknown
slip:4a12.
Don’t trade away your happiness now to earn money in hopes that if you make enough you’ll be able to buy it back later.
You can’t.
~ Unknown
slip:4a12.

Couple of shots from the Brooklyn ferry leaving Govenor’s Island last weekend during the Art of Retreat event #artofretreat2016
ɕ

The waiter here delivered the most inconceivably amazing dessert descriptions in the history of culinary overindulgence. Pears, Tiramisu, Cheesecake… somewhere on the upper east side of Manhattan. yowza! (Coversation and company was *nearly* as good. ;)
ɕ
I stand loving America, aware that I often fall short of what that love should mean. When I say I love America I mean I love certain shared values and founding ideals like the rule of law and equality before it, liberty, and self-determination, and what people have done to achieve them. I love the values as lofty as the right to speak and worship and as humble as the right to raise a family and work and live as I see fit. I love it knowing that these ideals are more aspirational than descriptive, more a to-do list than a resume. They are what Lincoln called “unfinished work” and “the great task remaining before us.”
~ Ken White from, «https://popehat.com/2016/08/30/i-stand-despite/»
I happen to be that sort of middle-aged-softie who is deeply moved by our National Anthem.
…but, when I stand for the National Anthem, I do not judge those who do NOT stand (even if they are in the row behind me talking loudly). I love America all the more for its ensuring their right to a freedom of expression; An America where they should never be forced to declare their adoration for the State as a precursor to watching some random sporting event.
ɕ
I don’t count my sit-ups. I only start counting when it starts hurting. When I feel pain, that’s when I start counting, because that’s when it really counts.
~ Muhammad Ali
slip:4a88.

It’s not an ending… it’s a new beginning.
ɕ

Various photos of a few of the routes we worked on day three, in the Upper Gorge. This area is “trad[itional]” climbing. In many areas, hangers are bolted into the rock for clipping in safety gear. In this area, you have to bring your own hardware which you temporarily insert into the nooks and crannies of the rock.
ɕ

Great bit of play at the end of day one.
ɕ

Where’s the Puffin today? …en route to Govenor’s Island for first full day of Art of Retreat.
ɕ

It’s hard to convey the sheer scale of the rock faces in Red River Gorge. These photos are from the walk into the Middle Gorge. About 20 minutes of steep hiking, and suddenly these ~200 feet tall rock faces appear overhead through the trees.
ɕ