I went to Exploratorium in San Francisco last week and they had this amazing demonstration. It was a plate of sand and when you turned a nozzle at the bottom, a stream of air started to flow into the plate. For a while, the pressure just built at the bottom, making a little air bubble. But then it built up so much that it broke through and the air started to come up through the sand. It looked like a volcano, and it was amazing. Under pressure.
Just wanted to point out a strange theme: the last year of my life has been characterized mainly by volcanos: emotional poo-canos, six months living on an active volcano in Hawaii and now my newest adventure being shut down by an Icelandic volcano. Maybe Freud would say that I need to come to terms with own inner explosiveness or something. Or maybe I was a volcano goddess in a past life.
This is one of my favorite photos from the batch I got developed this week. The arrows and the colors and everything just make me happy. When I look at it, it reminds me of some x-rays that I used to have up on the wall. I like to image that is it an x-ray of my feelings: red and volatile and moving forward.
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