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Why We Need Mental-Distance to Thrive In a world of hyper-connectivity, deliberately slowing down is a radical act of depth and preservation. There are moments when beauty reveals itself without demanding our attention. It does not arrive with a notification, nor does it compete for our limited attention spans. It simply exists, whole and…

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Try What I Call, “The Scenic Route Philosophy“… In an era built on acceleration, deliberately slowing down might be the most subversive choice you can make. A few months back, I stood behind my Minolta SRT 101, and framed up (what I think) was a great shot of a parked Triumph Bonneville. It…

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These human-to-human exchanges are not content to be consumed; they are human transactions that accrue meaning. Slowing Down: I shot this barber pole in late afternoon about 6 months ago, it’s a storefront that remembers more conversations than the sidewalk does. The picture is a small thing—grain, light, a vertical slice of my downtown—but…

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In our world that is currently defined by transparent architecture and constant self-exposure online, perhaps the most important space to protect is the interior one. The Digital Age of Self-Exposure… In cities around the world, transparent architecture has become the new skyline. Walls of glass replace stone and steel, and buildings are…

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I used to think this cycle of writer’s block was a problem. Now I’m wondering if it’s actually the point of the creative act of writing. Why I’m still reading “The Creative Act” and what Multnomah Falls taught me about novel writing… I took this shot of Multnomah Falls over a year…

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We can’t fully escape the mechanism, but we can develop a critical consciousness about our role within it. At this very moment of typing these words, I am complicit in a performance. I produce this mostly for myself as an archive of my search for meaning in our current age, but the irony—and the…

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This isn’t a profession of love for organized religion. It’s a testament to the changing landscape of our society. There’s something unsettling about this image of a church at dusk—not because of what’s there, but because of what surrounds it. The stark white tower stands at attention in front of a cotton-candy…