investment


when i hear the word investment i think of a positive effect on money. this endowment is something that has high hopes of return. we would never invest in a product/idea/person/company that we didn't think would bring us some kind of gain.

_the past seven days was spent getting to know and love 28 others. not one of us knew any of the others before this time and by the end you would not have guessed that fact. i was blown away by the amount of time spent in the investment of one anothers lives. all of the EMI interns had orientation in colorado springs for a week and it was p-a-c-k-e-d full of stuff from the moment we rose until we fell into bed each night. it was so amazing to see people who were living the same life, in a sense, as you. having the same hopes, dreams, fears, timeline, unknown future were all commonalities shared by the majority. you mean "i'm not the only one who doesn't know what i'm going to be doing, or where i'm going to living after this is over?" whew. there is definitely something to say about the people i met there. i'm not sure there are many other places i have ever been where we came to know each other and showed a true interest in others when we knew we might probably not see any of them again. well, besides the two lucky ones who happen to be living in Mussoorie with me. then i will be seeing lots and lots and quite a lot of them. what is it about new friendships that are so addicting? good thing we are all on the same page and after a week of happy unforced interrogation we still like each other. i presume we are going to be just fine for our time here and really can't wait to see what adventures we get into with the places we travel.

atrue.story

i first started this blog when i traveled to rome for architecture school back in two thousand & seven and somehow have kept it alive. at times it has been a bit lean and lacking in attention but has made it through the changes in my life with some sort of documentation. be it images, stories, thoughts, impressions, a ramble of my own or a quote borrowed. for those who have followed along the years, i'm impressed and honored. for those who are joining as i venture off to India, welcome and stay a while. though i'm not much for the detailed chatter, i hope there is something that provokes you--to envision. to act. to dream. to understand. to hope. to relate. and to just see the world a bit through my eyes [and words].

i've been sleeping on the couch at our house for three nights now. i don't mind it as the couch is more comfortable than my bed and leaves little room for tossing. it's all about flexibility, right? while packing up my entire room and the remnants scattered about i'm appalled at the amount of possessions i own. we own. we as americans own so stinkin' much. a dream of mine is to one day see all of my belongings fit into my little jetta but i don't think that will happen in my lifetime. the real thing is, i'm about to go live in a place i have never seen and all with two suitcases packed with my so called things. that is all, just two, and will be more than enough i'm sure. it is quite amazing when you realize what little you need. and who is to say what the real reason for the need is? might it be: happiness, warmth, options, comfort, obsession, acceptance, the list goes on..

tomorrow i leave this denver life of mine and will begin an amazing journey. first an orientation in colorado springs, just a jump away. then i will travel to the farthest place from home with little in tow. in fact as far as once i start heading back to the US i might as well just continue on the same direction. i believe my needs will be sustained by something so much greater than me, and you, or this silly blog, or troubled nations. this work in me has already begun and with open arms i can not wait to live what lies ahead.

" there is a brief moment before you jump off the platform, when you are fully aware of your situation. nothing you can do at that moment will prepare you for what is about to happen. every cell of your being lights up. up until now you have relied on your own beliefs, attitudes, talents, and ideas. ditch them. jesus wants your complete and total devotion. follow him. "

{oswald chambers was a brilliant man}

i am departing for india soon and though a little terrified i can't wait to jump head first into this new part of my life.
*stay tuned for things
worth mentioning, beauty
captured behind the lens and more...

midwestery


even in the midst of being at the highest peak of crazy person over here, there is still time for a jot or two. it's like exercising: when life gets going you still have to get out and run around to burn some steam, it's extremely healthy and helpful to being productive. so exercising the mind via diction is the answer since there doesn't even seem to be time for physical movement.

i recently went to two new states. yesum.
and i guess three if you count a drive-by and a stop for lunch, but i wouldn't. plus it was nebraska and the only good thing to come of the state is the people, thus far from my observations. so that was the cornhusker state.
we roadtripped way longer than i have ever driven in one day and the time seemed to fly. i knew this had to do with who was sitting drivers seat and being in communication with said person. when the weather is lovely and the conversation of meaning and insight the trek to the destination is not the least bit daunting. this is also attainable when solo-tripping especially if you are in a point of extreme comfort with yourself and cherishing the time alone. this can be a beautiful thing.

well iowa was next up on the list and on into a small town of some notable architecture was upon me. i wish i knew more about american architects and had a plethora of stored knowledge of their design work destinations. alas, i don't. but this then gives the excitement when you find out there is something to gander at when in local-town-mid-west, u.s.a. and frank lloyd wright was the man of the hour here. we stealthily got in on a class tour and got the low down on this prairie style home frank designed back in 1908 for some wealthy couple who knew his capabilities and admired his work. i realized there is something to say for an architect who is known by so many for residential design. it would be hard pressing to find another such to fit this description, but then again, like i said before, this proficiency of mine is lacking. whelp, who doesn't enjoy a good frank lloyd wright house?!

i've come to realize that architecture and climbing can be the fuel to travel, for me at least. what is it you travel for? of course there are friends, family, sights for the tourist to gawk, pictures to snap with a held peace sign of such sights, stamps in a passport etc. but as reminded recently from a treasured friend: all the places we go and see and return to only mean so much as who we share them with. don't ever forget this [period]

oh, and i went to minnesota :)

] a frank wright feature & fall foliage [


] what people in iowa do for fun: junk parks [

] antoine predock designs sweet ceilings at UofM [

] frank gehry with a side of minneapolis [

sweetfayetteville

sheesh, i adore that town of fayetteville, arkansas. and was lucky enough to get to take a weekend trip there that was decided upon four days prior to departure. flying by the seat of my pants: not usually my style as i love to plan but have never ever been one to turn down spontaneity and travel whim. i think my major shortcoming, besides being an incessant sinner, is becoming upset when plans don't follow through as anticipated. but this didn't happen on this outing since there wasn't much to anticipate over the short days before. i just knew where i had to be, what time i needed to show up, when i was to return and most importantly how i was to dress while bouncing around.

the reason for the dash to fayetteville: [the land of razorbacks, surprisingly good mexican cuisine, wondrous fall foliage and quite thoughtful design hidden about], was a uniting of lovers. it was a fabulous wedding at that and such a perfect autumn day to say "ido". seeing so many familiar faces brought an even bigger smile to my face as each was embraced. but what all these familiar sights, sounds, faces, places, stomping grounds got me to thinking was the filter in which we perceive them in. as we evolve as a person, fluctuating in many different aspects of who we are, we begin to see things different as well. i can't imagine what my eyes would pick up on, if and when i travel back to rome, knowing without a doubt that each city we travel to serves us for that time and it's not always what the city's wonders show us but in what it can offer personally to those who choose to come.

i biked both days i was in fay. and as i pedaled around to remembered places of time well spent ,there was something different about being in these places, as if i was a bit removed. this little college town has undergone some enormous transformations, and fantastic needs that are good for this place. it pulled me in new directions both physically and mentally and left me not lingering on the past life i held there but what life could be like if i were to dwell in this town. pieces of me want this place to stay "as is" and left unchanged for fear of not understanding the locus anymore but i suppose this is the transformation that needs to happen. just as people are evolving, hopefully so, as are cities. and that is a bittersweet beautiful movement.

ze vol walker aka home for 5yrs.

a new parking structure and bookstore

a new bike trail of wonderful connections

i'm moving to I N D I A!

yep, come January i will be off to mussooire, a small town in northern india at the base of the himalayas. i will get to be a part of and do so many wonderful things in my time there. if you want to know more, contact me, please.

*i will keep this little blog of mine to share news and adventures a-plenty.

a few maps of the country

[a view from mussooire to the himalayas]

[landscape surrounding the town]

petit.grepon

there is too much outdoor terminology thrown around in improper ways. thus making for awry statements with said terms. so keeping this straight accurate: this past weekend was spent in incredible scenery with optimal temperature, chill company, solid rock to hold onto and soaring heights to ascend. all i know is, to climb mountains [with 70m ropes, an ice axe, a rack of trad gear, draws and slings, top rope setup, crampons or which ever your medium] is to make decisions on where to go next, when to rope up, when to belay, whether to rappel or down climb, whether to turn around or push on.

mostly it's about adjusting and in more cases than not, anticipating change.

so we set off for rocky mountain national park on saturday afternoon. much to our surprise it was FREE day at ALL national parks in the ENTIRE nation. all we could do was laugh as we were swamped with tourist bouncing around estes park and on into rocky mtn. we hiked the 5 miles in whilst admiring the golden aspens dancing above us. you couldn't ask for more in a hike like this: perfectly graveled, a waterfall for looksies, people staring you down for carrying a mondo backpack, 65 degrees of splendid blue rockie skies. content we were.
the climb we planned to conquer was the petit grepon, rising around 12,000 feet of soaring glory. it's funny because as you get above tree line, which happens easily around here, the decor of the mountainside becomes quite barren and gray-ish. this is fine. there is something beautiful and pure when the peaks are exposed and left to answer to the most extremes of mother nature. one can see for miles when you are above tree line with a varying view in every which way. we, however were mostly focused with the next 6 feet above our hands and the very texture in front of our eyes. i can barely explain the surge of energy running through your heart as you clamber up the vertical slab. i can raise my heart rate just thinking about it. there is something about alpine climbs that do this. the lack of green vegetation which is usually hustling around you, the quick notice when you nick a rock over the edge and see it waver in the wind or realizing you are merely a morsel in these mountains and they have free range to toss you around. yes, perhaps those are a few of the notions why i|you|anyone would notice and desire to float to such places to rise to such heights, to push limits and at times look fear square the face.
now if only i could lead traditional style climbing. |sigh|. soon, very soon.

well as it goes, we climbed longer than expected, rappelled in the darkness and hiked out with the moon as our guide and stars our map. i've gotten better at this whole being prepared for most anything sort of mentality as it's only taken me two years. the magic lies in what is unexpected and welcomed. a lesson learned from this trip: safety is still the root of it all and there is always time for a picture.

{a view to the east}

}hut-hut{

like i've said in the past, these three day weekends bring so much opportunity when there is only a stint of compiled time to bust outta this place. your place, my place, whomsoever's place it might be or what they/me/you are busting out of really doesn't matter. it's the feeling of fighting for the weekends to breathe mountain air deep into our lungs and stretch across trails of rock to feed our step with a little hop. so i think if we keep our head up and our arms out, we may never know what may fall into our life.

a few months ago, my adventuresome soul sister and i devised a plan. a plan to invite any and all denverites interested and longing to feel the freedom of what the outside realm can offer them, along with us. this can take place in a slew of ways. the biggest plight is making a decision on where to run away to as there are so many options [not a bad dilemma if you ask me]. the other weekend it was a secluded hut deep into the mt. holy cross wilderness area. her and i, along with 16 of our closest and new-ish friends set off. we backpacked in all that would be necessary for a two night three day excursion of mountain living, though to shelter and keep us close we added a rather large hut. we cooked and ate gourmet meals, had an impressive turn out of hiked in yummy beverages, slept wide eyed under the starry night, watched sweet sunsets up top the roof, heated up some logs and danced around a bonfire, all this in the name of laughter. labor day weekend two thousand and ten was a beautiful mess.
*a winter hut trip will be in the works soon :)

[from the roof]

[from the trail]

nashville&a.thought

i'm not sure if nashville is an overlooked city by most, but for me it most definitely was/is. one city i never gave much thought to. maybe that was a product of having zero ties to the place. errrr, maybe one, my love for george strait. i figured at the bright age of thirteen every country star was from nashville. to my amazement i came to find out he was from the city i lived in, san antonio. go figure. i only listen to country on a rare occasion now a days, this being a state of nostalgia. it seems to come every august, round the corner and hits me square in the chest. with no fail every august i feel intense amounts of grief about not being home, wherever home may be. but that is for another day and another jot.
so this past weekend nashville was the destination. love and marriage was the reason for the trip. good times with a side dish of humidity were in the forecast. friends came from arkansas, new york, virginia, colorado and of course tennessee. all gathered in the name of love and the time was such a delight.

what it got me to thinking about, which i had never pondered about before, was that these people i was meeting, seeing again, stepping into their home, very well could have been my life...had i made one decision different two years ago. i almost took the "safe" route and went where i had a job and all i had to do was sign. but instead, this curious character of mine had to take a different path and head straight west for the mountains. at first, i thought i should have made the move to nashville but slowly over a period of a few months i came to realize the many reasons for why i call denver home. how it truly captured me and cracked the shutters to let my soul shine a little brighter. it is just a bizarre thought to see in the living flesh who could of been in your life and what kind of days one might have been living. this isn't about regrets or anything of the like. i think it's about choices and what's best for you/me at the time. i didn't have a huge reason and still don't for my coming to colorado. i believe it was an attraction for what it had to offer and a love for adventure. these cities, they shape us, they let us know we are alive and deeply rooted to a place, we find ties to the places we call home that live on with us forever. cities change us, give us a sense of belonging and even a future to look on to. thank you denver for serving me well each and every day. i must be honest though, my eyes may be fixed on a new horizon.

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{man o man i do love these soccer sunsets}

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on the larger side of things...all life is, is an adventure. really the whole big deal of it is: places big and small we go, cities we seek and dwell in, people we encounter and let change us, views [both that we speak of and also physical] we take in with our eyes and lens that remind us of how small we really are. was christopher mccandless right when he said that happiness is only real when shared? spending time alone can be quite wonderful. but i don't think that is what he was getting at.
thinking about the saying:

"life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. so love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't and believe that everything happens for a reason. if you get a chance, take it. if it changes your life, let it. nobody said that it'd be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. "

though i prefer quotes that are shorter as i have a trend to not agree with it's entirety this one speaks a lot of truth and have always had a liking for it. it rings true with the adventuresome life i'm currently alive in. so live on and let be because time flies. suns rise and shadows do fall. let the time go by because there's no use fighting it.