these are a few reads that i have pounded through since the spring time. books, music, movies, and pretty much everything can be a source for inspiration for me and my photography. thought you might like to know what i am feeding my brain these days….
i was so intimated by this book. the brick-thick pages that it contains could scare any wolf away. however this spring, due to encouragement of a friend of mine informing me that he “reads it once a year”….insane. if he can read it over and over i can read it at least once. and so i set out to tackle my own enemies, my own self, and read this 1250 page book. and i am so ever glad that i did. there are so many incredibly well written passages in this book, the characters are so thick with detail that a finger could noodle it’s way out of a paragraph, the revenge is sweet and tragic, and the love Dumas expresses (came as a surprise) was incredibly touching. coincidentally when i was at the beginning stages of my “death portraits” project i was also reading this novel on my off time. i read words like “he no longer dared to hold the hand that dangled outside the bed, he no longer dared to look into those staring white eyes, which he tried several times to close, but in vain; they always remained open..terrifying because there was no thought behind them.” – haunting. that was EXACTLY what i was trying to photograph!!!
and then Dumas can flip the emotions like a light switch – from horror to hate to love…his love expressed in this verse “anything that you might have to say to me will never be worth what i can read in your eyes, what your heart has thought and mine felt.”…it doesn’t get much better.
hands down one of my all time favorite books. ever. love it.
again, i was intimidated by this book for the longest time as well because of the older english text. i have now learned i need to give myself more credit for the grey matter that i can put to good use.
never before i have i read such a book that brought such haunting imagery into my mind. actual b&w photos illuminated my mind while reading these pages and it has given me a thirst to bring justice to the monster that Shelly created. i want to kick hollywood in the nuts for the dumb-green-skinned-flat-headed-bolts-in-his-neck monster that we all now know as frankenstein.
it is a beautiful story, one that poses many intriguing themes and questions (personal responsibility. pride. science and progress, the relentless search for knowledge – and at what cost? what qualities make us human? fear. abandonment. love. innocence. hatred. revenge. guilt and shame. acceptance and understanding.)…a deeply layered and incredible story.
i breezed through this book in a few evenings…and now thanks to this book i sit here in Aug waiting for the snow to come. i am drooling at the mouth to see snowy peaks that i can go surf again. this is a story about a father and son, a broken up home, and how the waves of the ocean and the powder snow became a way to leave all the crap of the world behind. an amazing part of this memoir is that the boy (author) survived a plane crash at the age of 11, because of his adrenaline seeking father pushing him to “chase the storm” and to always find the next big wave, he was able to crawl down an entire mountain of ice and live to tell the tale.
i love the metaphor the author uses in relating surfing a tube wave to life…”the ominous wall would bend and wrap me in it’s peaceful womb, revealing everything essential, a dream of pure happiness, – beyond all the bullsh*t. somewhere in the oval opening [of the wave] there is more to life than just surviving it. inside each turbulence there is a calm – a sliver of light buried in the darkness.”
this sucker snagged me quick, i could relate to many of the feeling on the pages, and now i can’t wait to grab my own board and hit the hills. blessed utah snow….