Sunday, February 3, 2013


Sandy came to NJ and took the power with her. She smote a tree and with it went the transformer. The deafening distinct boom sounded as the windows flashed in an impossibly white light. Taking away with it, all the lights in the house.

No one dares touch the thing. It's just laying there on the street. I remember a liquid or oil of some sort coming from the transformer itself. The tree fell completely over the street, blocking any traffic. This photo is a couple of days after the storm when a crew came and cut the tree into small pieces and neatly placed them on the side of the street. This was the beginning of 9 days without power or heat.
But at least a roof over my head and everyone safe and sound.

The black and white shows the sawdust beautifully, making a sweet finely detailed texture.
I hope you're all recovered from Sandy. She was a real bitch wasn't she? 

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In search of myself, I flew across the country from New Jersey to Los Angeles. The universe brought me to the gates of an Ashram on top of a mountain. The mother center of Self Realization Fellowship in Mount Washington, CA. One week later I am employed as a tree pruner and gardener at the mother center. The path to finding oneself is a peculiar one. This is a record of my spiritual observations through nature and life while employed as an Ashram Gardener.