Ship Wreck

When was the last time you inspected a shipwreck? There are many in the "Graveyard of the Pacific." The infamous passage, called the Bar, leads in and out of the great Columbia River, through treacherous waters.

New Footbridge

Spanning the Willamette and accommodating bikes, people, and trams, a new footbridge is in the works. The "PDX" part of it is that they are quickly building while they can and will stop for salmon runs.

New Bridges

I love Bridges, which is awesome because I live in the city of bridges. The imagery is almost cliche and I refuse to cave in to neohipsterness of entropy, but instead embrace the unimaginable bliss of being around when three new bridges are being put in.

Pumalogy began as an art concept brewing mediatic ideas in a mountain kitchen at the base of a remote sacred volcano. The concept morphing like a caterpillar, got experience from NYC, and then went back to the West Coast because that is where wild hearts lay.

So the cat gears are turning at the base the new Home Dome, the Volcano called Hood, and three new bridges will span PDX's map. Many more are crossing the mind gap. Of course there are professional pursuits that take up some of the time here but, a project is in the works.

I can't wait to put bridges side by side, from nothingness to access and once it is done. It will be there. Now is the time.

Dreams

"It's more fun to be a pirate than to join the navy". -Steven Paul Jobs-

Relax, it's KPDX

I and Eye

Sunset Climb

The summer is flowing by like the Columbia. Portland town of two rivers is taking little crafts into her folds. Sailboats using the wind that comes out of the gorge, big ships loading up on supplies, all which sooth your eyes as a child's welcome. Portland, she smiles big for you then quickly runs off into her world, knowing you are looking on, proud. This is my home , she knows.

She knows you are back in town for a bit. To and from places of work. Flying in and out of PDX for a climb, driving up the Cascades to teach and down 84 for fun.

I just got back from work and had one of those awesome moments driving over the Columbia river through the East side and back to the krizzeling Sellwood neighborhood. I was stoked because I love this place.

I was also stoked because we climbed up to the summit of Rainier in the afternoon, in time for a Sunset Climb. It may have been one the sweetest guiding trips in while. The light was intense if soft, reflecting off the sound defining it past the layers of moisture, against the rain forest. We all made it. Looking out, dazed in the moment, time froze and hustled us back down.

Then the climb turned to darkness. First the shadow of the immense volcanic cone rose from her base, growing eastward as the sun set. It grew into infinity and suddenly was gone. The sun now behind the horizon glowing dusk around the steep icy slopes. We continued our descent while light faded away. The giant crevasses dimming from blue to gray, and for the last portion before we reached safety, the full darkness of a new moon enveloped us.
Only beams of light from our headlamps pierced the void until our shelters appeared. Had we waited one evening, the storm would have rolled in. You never know.

So thank you all, team VA, for being on this miniature expedition, for making the dynamic excellent. And a shout to my colleagues, Stuart, Lakpa and Victor.
Thank you Colombia river, Willamette river; PDX: wha's up? How have you been?

Big Hearted Little Fuzzy One. Safe Journeys Riley.

Peace Laurate


Apple Wizz, Feline Blogger


Determined Outdoorsman


Cape Cod Socialite


A Pillow of Love


Tote Enthusiate


Bird Watcher and Sampler


Sunshine Expert


Belly Wizzard, almost became a Hat.


Pacific Northwest Totem Animal


Expert Snoozer


Smiling Kaboozle


Asian Leopard Ancestors


Teacher, Friend, Anoying Shitzenbitzen, Amazing Creature,
Inter-specie Communicator,
Loving Beast, Leopard, Traveling Cat,
Healer, We will miss so much.
We loved having you around,
you brought us tons of joy.
Have a safe journey, we are always with you.
Love David and Anne.

Mountain essence in simple words

It is a rare day between or above a weather system. A time at odds with data, confirming the reality of possibility. Today we are climbing, but unbeknownst to ourselves at the time we did not proceed to the summit, but instead we met an extraordinary character. Perched on a ledge he had an appointment with death. And death, this old man, dressed in different suits depending on the occasion, met us. He stayed a while bid us farewell and until next time. We all have an appointment. We want to forget, but it is good not to.

Words, simple shelter of the interfacing mind, go beyond meaning, words shift ideas into shapes,
Because reality is too difficult, too abstract for meaning. Pain is real, it makes beauty possible. Reality is a breath; in and out.

Rock Texture

It feels good to be in the desert.

Color at the Waterstreet Hotel.

I wish to pause and pray for the People of Japan.

One ocean away, over there; follow the sun
One time away, over there the watch
Stops its heart beat
Momentarily
And begins anew.

Looking out

Who is pumalogy? Photo: Anne Burden

Sometime you must contemplate. Stand with "the practice of the wild", give Gary Snyder a moment of your attention and make up your own Koan. Monosyllabic words like rocks making a path.

Bridges, Rain, Darkness and Blood

I will give you WIPs (Work In Progress) of the PDX projects. Pumalogy is always working simultaneously on various assignments, but a more personal one is shaping itself. A general theme to all the work is a relation between person and place, and connecting the watery boarder are bridges of many shapes. Of course, in the winter it is dark and rains all the fcking time. This wet nocturnal landscape is what I am interested in.

Seventh Seal; Bergman's Teachings

Inside and out.

I delved into my archives because I am working with a film crew from New York City. I love New Yorkers, they are smart funny and not too caught up on looks. Even when you're shooting a fashion event. It is more about the art. There is an ephemeral culture that bleeds in between each other. I'd say consciousness is shared, blurring the concrete boundaries we have defined for our bodies. For example if your group of friends and coworkers have a certain world view, let's say they love Sarah Palin, you might adopt some conservative ideas where the sphere of your awareness crosses over with others. And in a very dense city you are constantly close and near the most creative ideas. So much so that your taste is acute but you take it for granted. Because you don't see it as separate. That's why when you go to a small town art is shitty, and when you work with New Yorkers you feel a rush of hurried and cutting energy.

Here are some spaces from before, inside and out.

Aesthetic

It's not about resolution; the meaning of Aesthetic is about lines. I love simple lines. I love them.

Nouvel Horizon

The most unpredictable unfoldings are often the best in life. Don't you think?

Hallway to the past, a Mexicain girl.

At my grandfather's old house, my favorite room is the bathroom where light floods through the skylight. The photography of Alana above the claw-foot bathtub is one of my earliest fascinations with the image. The photograph has a quality that captures the light; transforming it into a slight fade that bleeds time. Or perhaps it breathes timelessness?

Urban Migration

Two weeks ago, I went out onto Valentino Peer in the rain. It was a drizzle plunging the bay in a looming fog. First the sound of quacking, like a bird conversation moving in from the fog, and then the geese returning to Canada flew by. They like having a quiet repose on the lawns of the empty Governors Island.

This vision foreshadowed our nomadic nature as we prepare ourselves for departure. New York is no repose, but a stop of sorts on a long migrating journey of the souls.

Roode Hoek,

a.k.a. Red Hook, Brooklyn


The New York Harbor



I have not loved a neighborhood as much as I love Red Hook. It has been named Red Hook since the beginning of the New York Harbor Colonies. In fact during the 19th century it was the busiest industrial port in the world.
Today you can walk down this peer which has an old sign that will point it out. Amongst crumbling post-modern decay you can make your way on cobbles to the water and look out at the statue of liberty. Seriously, how crazy is that?
And we are talking about a zone that was bustling two hundred years ago. It saw American revolution battles, with a harbor full of deadly ships. And the docks developed their own laws with the rule of the mafia. You will notice a practically abandoned Cathedral, an influence of the Italians and no one dares to say it, but it was also the home of Al Capone. The docks are almost gone.
You'd get shot her ten years ago, and that's the year 2000, but now it is perfect and fast becoming too much so. Red Hook, from the red soil and the Dutch meaning of point or corner, will be the West Village in a matter of 5 years. It is New York's best kept secret and every one knows about it. They just don't really know.
I will miss you!