palabras e imágenes
words and images (and likely words about images) for all you folks I miss so much
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Again with the no time to write . . .
our last retreat of the season begins in a few short hours.
So here are a few shots from Baltimore's Artscape:
a bark-covered art truck,
the 'aerial sculpture' (corseted people strapped to huge counterweights spinning in the air in response to avant-garde music)
and the (free!) festival headliners, the Old 97s!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
While our quiet little retreat center has a lot going for it (including a pool and basketball court) it's only a short drive (or a nifty hike on the Appalachian Trail) away from a park on the Pennsylvania/Maryland border with a full-on playground. Our retreatants couldn't resist its dizzying lure Wednesday -- captured here by my iPhone.
And I can't resist sharing these three photos (DSLR this time) of J, the youngest member of a 7 person family I accompanied this past week. I don't speak either Portuguese or Crioulo (the Cape Verdean dialect of archaic Portuguese that was this family's first language) so Spanish had to do. And it did. A long with lots of wide eyes and wider smiles.
It was a challenge for me, the guy for whom precision and nuance in language are fundamental (and which do so much of the heavy lifting of meaning), to muddle through what I pray were meaningful discussions of the sacred texts of our lives along with the sacred text of the Gospel. (The latter presented in lively often-bilingual skits with almost as many anachronistic elements as timeless ones.)
In good time, the silences became less awkward and the moments of together-ness transcended the oxymoronic universal alienation that can fill the vacuum of a shared language. And if nothing else, digital photography gave us that satisfying shared experience of pointing at a screen with laughter, oohs and ahhs.
Monday, July 09, 2007
With apologies to Heather (who apparently was prepared to throw something across the room -- in a loving, nonviolent, Christian kind of way -- if she saw one more bit of iPhone hullabaloo) I offer the following juxtaposition of, um . . . well it uh . . . you see, it's just that -- OK I ADMIT I HAVE AN IDOLATROUS RELATIONSHIP WITH THE iPHONE.
But doesn't this icon make it better? Not in a sacrilegious way (because I do not think, as some have said, that the iPhone is like Jesus came back as a phone) but but because the iPhone is tool that can be used in a blessed way, to serve God and make the world a better place. OK, maybe that's a stretch . . . but the Jesuits tell us to find God in All Things!
In any event, I now have one. And I pledge to do my darnedest to use it for good, not evil. (And yes, the photo of me all geeked up on enthrallingly-effective technology was in fact taken by my iPhone.)
(After a 10 minute Google search, I couldn't definitively locate the artist, bonus points if you can help me out.)
Confidential to Tim who's worried about the iWorld: if nothing else, I should get credit for not spelling icon as iCon, right? Please?