Thursday, March 31, 2011

O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more
faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever
renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
-Walt Whitman


STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you
not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?

There is another sky

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

-Emily Dickinson


Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
      Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
      And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
      And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
      And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
      Much of your pain is self-chosen.
      It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
      Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
      For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
      And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears. 


Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Adam Baker- Zoom Gallery

Adam Baker- Zoom Gallery
                            
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Friday, March 25, 2011

Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town."

Shel Silverstein 

Dude

Tuesday, March 22, 2011


       


Sunday, March 20, 2011

Pacific Pop

Brett Mckown- south of France

Brett tanning those shoulders in the south of France

Friday, March 18, 2011

JBVO3 camera control

"PK helping Kagen get psyched. Rhino hit the hucker 4 times this day 
with the puddle, the outcome 2 tailwhips and 2 3's all landed clean."

Check out my brother's new blog



Government = tax and regulation
People > Government


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Hell Track


Got skills?

Banos Air Pilot




Marc with a winter boost in the south of France
Tuck and Dive 


and don't forget to flatten out!


Monday, March 7, 2011


Make the most of the Indian hemp seed,
 and sow it everywhere!"
- George Washington in a note to his gardener at Mount Vernon (1794)

Sabo

gets twisted

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.
      
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
      

-Kahlil Gibran

Friday, March 4, 2011

I love her

She is alive

The earth we abuse and the living things we kill will, in the end, take their revenge; for in exploiting their presence we are diminishing our future.  
~Marya Mannes, More in Anger, 1958

It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.  ~Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854

Soon silence will have passed into legend.  Man has turned his back on silence.  Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation... tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego.  His anxiety subsides.  His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation.  ~Jean Arp

A human being is part of the whole, called by us "Universe," a part limited in time and space.  He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.  This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.  Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole [of] nature in its beauty.  ~Albert Einstein, 1950

As we watch the sun go down, evening after evening, through the smog across the poisoned waters of our native earth, we must ask ourselves seriously whether we really wish some future universal historian on another planet to say about us:  "With all their genius and with all their skill, they ran out of foresight and air and food and water and ideas," or, "They went on playing politics until their world collapsed around them."  ~U Thant, speech, 1970

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Baker is Adam


It is Mustache March in the Rocky Mountain state..
What better way to celebrate then by doing Superman flyouts at the cement park..
Remember BMX is FUN!

GET SIKED ON LIFE? 


Here is to you
Pomegranate/Honey Ice tea

Long live good people