Documentation was a concept I explored in many formats– friendships, adventures, photography, music, art, & writing– these marked my time and became key frames of accomplishment & reflection of myself & my experience.
Photography, writing, physical movement outdoors all became key frames of reflection of myself and my experience– my human experience. Time was always pulled in many directions for me: to classes and work and family and friends. As such, time became crucial to me. The feeling of making up for so many things, for retrieving time I somehow wasted before it was ever available to me, was all consuming. But documenting my time in these points of reflection– in friendships, adventures, accomplishments, and art– it ensured a way for me to mark the passage of moments. It gave me the ability to reassure myself that time was in fact passing, and it was mine to use, to enjoy, to employ, and to waste, in the most beautiful, compassionate ways possible, not something to make up for.
I was walking downtown, swapping tales with my mom over coffee on a cool July morning, when we watched the rowers come in. We found ourselves pulled into a conversation over rolling and tipping varnish on Wooden boats. Before I knew it, I had the opportunity to complete the restoration of one of the last wooden Pocock Racing Shells: The Husky Challenger. All due to a simple, sweet, human exchange.
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