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`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ Opening the hand of thought ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´🫴🫶
`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ Opening the hand of thought ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´🫴🫶
`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ Opening the hand of thought ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´🫴🫶
`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ Opening the hand of thought ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´🫴🫶
`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ Opening the hand of thought ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´🫴🫶
`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ Opening the hand of thought ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´🫴🫶
`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ Opening the hand of thought ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´🫴🫶
Snippets from the woodworking studio with Yoshida-san @monkeyhold_japan in 大垣 (Ogaki), Japan over the summer.
Shaping these holds was a lesson in allowing the medium lead to the final form rather than having the mind dictate the outcome. The practice was about inhibiting the urge to mold the wood into a shape I had pre-envisioned; instead, surrendering to the wood, imagining how best to reveal its beauty and unique form.
To hold something is gratifying, but the more I climb, the more curious I become about the entire ecosystem that holds the boulders. When examined more closely, the 侘寂 of the wood is unveiled through the imperfections of the gnarled knots, the layers and swirls of age lines that hold the stories of the tree the wood came from 🤍 🌳
Thx for capturing the warmth of this day thru the lens @noahsahady
& thanks for including me in another fun project 🙂 @arcteryx + @beams_official
Snippets from the woodworking studio with Yoshida-san @monkeyhold_japan in 大垣 (Ogaki), Japan over the summer.
Shaping these holds was a lesson in allowing the medium lead to the final form rather than having the mind dictate the outcome. The practice was about inhibiting the urge to mold the wood into a shape I had pre-envisioned; instead, surrendering to the wood, imagining how best to reveal its beauty and unique form.
To hold something is gratifying, but the more I climb, the more curious I become about the entire ecosystem that holds the boulders. When examined more closely, the 侘寂 of the wood is unveiled through the imperfections of the gnarled knots, the layers and swirls of age lines that hold the stories of the tree the wood came from 🤍 🌳
Thx for capturing the warmth of this day thru the lens @noahsahady
& thanks for including me in another fun project 🙂 @arcteryx + @beams_official
Snippets from the woodworking studio with Yoshida-san @monkeyhold_japan in 大垣 (Ogaki), Japan over the summer.
Shaping these holds was a lesson in allowing the medium lead to the final form rather than having the mind dictate the outcome. The practice was about inhibiting the urge to mold the wood into a shape I had pre-envisioned; instead, surrendering to the wood, imagining how best to reveal its beauty and unique form.
To hold something is gratifying, but the more I climb, the more curious I become about the entire ecosystem that holds the boulders. When examined more closely, the 侘寂 of the wood is unveiled through the imperfections of the gnarled knots, the layers and swirls of age lines that hold the stories of the tree the wood came from 🤍 🌳
Thx for capturing the warmth of this day thru the lens @noahsahady
& thanks for including me in another fun project 🙂 @arcteryx + @beams_official
Snippets from the woodworking studio with Yoshida-san @monkeyhold_japan in 大垣 (Ogaki), Japan over the summer.
Shaping these holds was a lesson in allowing the medium lead to the final form rather than having the mind dictate the outcome. The practice was about inhibiting the urge to mold the wood into a shape I had pre-envisioned; instead, surrendering to the wood, imagining how best to reveal its beauty and unique form.
To hold something is gratifying, but the more I climb, the more curious I become about the entire ecosystem that holds the boulders. When examined more closely, the 侘寂 of the wood is unveiled through the imperfections of the gnarled knots, the layers and swirls of age lines that hold the stories of the tree the wood came from 🤍 🌳
Thx for capturing the warmth of this day thru the lens @noahsahady
& thanks for including me in another fun project 🙂 @arcteryx + @beams_official
Snippets from the woodworking studio with Yoshida-san @monkeyhold_japan in 大垣 (Ogaki), Japan over the summer.
Shaping these holds was a lesson in allowing the medium lead to the final form rather than having the mind dictate the outcome. The practice was about inhibiting the urge to mold the wood into a shape I had pre-envisioned; instead, surrendering to the wood, imagining how best to reveal its beauty and unique form.
To hold something is gratifying, but the more I climb, the more curious I become about the entire ecosystem that holds the boulders. When examined more closely, the 侘寂 of the wood is unveiled through the imperfections of the gnarled knots, the layers and swirls of age lines that hold the stories of the tree the wood came from 🤍 🌳
Thx for capturing the warmth of this day thru the lens @noahsahady
& thanks for including me in another fun project 🙂 @arcteryx + @beams_official
Snippets from the woodworking studio with Yoshida-san @monkeyhold_japan in 大垣 (Ogaki), Japan over the summer.
Shaping these holds was a lesson in allowing the medium lead to the final form rather than having the mind dictate the outcome. The practice was about inhibiting the urge to mold the wood into a shape I had pre-envisioned; instead, surrendering to the wood, imagining how best to reveal its beauty and unique form.
To hold something is gratifying, but the more I climb, the more curious I become about the entire ecosystem that holds the boulders. When examined more closely, the 侘寂 of the wood is unveiled through the imperfections of the gnarled knots, the layers and swirls of age lines that hold the stories of the tree the wood came from 🤍 🌳
Thx for capturing the warmth of this day thru the lens @noahsahady
& thanks for including me in another fun project 🙂 @arcteryx + @beams_official
Snippets from the woodworking studio with Yoshida-san @monkeyhold_japan in 大垣 (Ogaki), Japan over the summer.
Shaping these holds was a lesson in allowing the medium lead to the final form rather than having the mind dictate the outcome. The practice was about inhibiting the urge to mold the wood into a shape I had pre-envisioned; instead, surrendering to the wood, imagining how best to reveal its beauty and unique form.
To hold something is gratifying, but the more I climb, the more curious I become about the entire ecosystem that holds the boulders. When examined more closely, the 侘寂 of the wood is unveiled through the imperfections of the gnarled knots, the layers and swirls of age lines that hold the stories of the tree the wood came from 🤍 🌳
Thx for capturing the warmth of this day thru the lens @noahsahady
& thanks for including me in another fun project 🙂 @arcteryx + @beams_official
A few spine-tingling rocks as of late and many more rock contemplating moments to come.
A fruitful day at the Dali Wall (b2b ascension on No More Greener Grasses v12 & Clear Blue Skies v11). greasy iPhone lens gave off a bierstadt-esque vid w a luminist finish 🌫️🎨
Heart leaps for these humans, rocks, log landings, marmots and lichens 💛
Song: Varroon @kumo99_
An apparition!
Don’t even call it a dream.
In this world of ours,
what we hear about, what we see as transience–this is it!
maboroshi yo / yume to mo iwaji / yo no naka wa / kakute kikimiru / hakanasa zo kore
#藤原定家
An apparition!
Don’t even call it a dream.
In this world of ours,
what we hear about, what we see as transience–this is it!
maboroshi yo / yume to mo iwaji / yo no naka wa / kakute kikimiru / hakanasa zo kore
#藤原定家
An apparition!
Don’t even call it a dream.
In this world of ours,
what we hear about, what we see as transience–this is it!
maboroshi yo / yume to mo iwaji / yo no naka wa / kakute kikimiru / hakanasa zo kore
#藤原定家
An apparition!
Don’t even call it a dream.
In this world of ours,
what we hear about, what we see as transience–this is it!
maboroshi yo / yume to mo iwaji / yo no naka wa / kakute kikimiru / hakanasa zo kore
#藤原定家
An apparition!
Don’t even call it a dream.
In this world of ours,
what we hear about, what we see as transience–this is it!
maboroshi yo / yume to mo iwaji / yo no naka wa / kakute kikimiru / hakanasa zo kore
#藤原定家
An apparition!
Don’t even call it a dream.
In this world of ours,
what we hear about, what we see as transience–this is it!
maboroshi yo / yume to mo iwaji / yo no naka wa / kakute kikimiru / hakanasa zo kore
#藤原定家
An apparition!
Don’t even call it a dream.
In this world of ours,
what we hear about, what we see as transience–this is it!
maboroshi yo / yume to mo iwaji / yo no naka wa / kakute kikimiru / hakanasa zo kore
#藤原定家
An apparition!
Don’t even call it a dream.
In this world of ours,
what we hear about, what we see as transience–this is it!
maboroshi yo / yume to mo iwaji / yo no naka wa / kakute kikimiru / hakanasa zo kore
#藤原定家
