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finished a journal from my travel,
all hand made, every page is hand-cut from old books, remnants of craft paper, etc.
Cover is based on old book cover that i found on the street..
"It's hard to remember we're alive for the first time.
It's hard to remember we're alive for the last time.
It's hard to remember to live before you die.
It's hard to remember that our lives are such a short time.
It's hard to remember what it takes such a short time.
It's hard to remember to live before you die.
It's hard to remember."
Conrail shared assets local train SK-13 (doing leftover work from M-F job OI-14) is seen light engine westbound on the Waldo Running Track coming under Tonnelle Ave. They had just pulled a long cut of flats loaded with empty trash containers down toward end of track beneath Journal Square and have run around and are heading back toward the main. To the right are the PATH (Port Authority Trans Hudson) mainlines via the tunnels to Lower Manhattan.
The Waldo Running Track used to be a continuation of Conrails P&H (Passaic and Harsimus) Line. Prior to 1994 all north south trains to and from the River Line main passed this way and diverged north at CP WALDO (now gone). But now this trackage is just a dead end runaround that extends maybe a quarter mile behind me. It is used only by these locals that pull trash cars in here to run around and then shove back around past CSXT's South Kearney Yard and down the Central Avenue Industrial Track. Down at the end of that lead is the NJRC (New Jersey Rail Carriers) transfer point where containers of waste are loaded on to COFC flats for movement west on NS train 63V to Mingo Junction West Virginia for hand off to the Ohio Central railroad for final delivery to a land fill located off the old PRR Panhandle Line.
In days of old all of this was former Pennsylvania Railroad territory and until 1959 the PRR ran suburban trains to and from their Exchange Place station on trackage shared with the affiliated Hudson and Manhattan (today's PATH) thru here. The H&M opened the station here at Journal Square, then known as Summit Avenue in 1912 and the disused catenary poles and remains of the old electric infrastructure date from the PRR's 1930s electrification project. The weedgrown far tracks that the local occupies once led to PRR's Harsimus Cove freight terminals on the Jersey City waterfront.
If you'd like to read more here is a great story about operations in the North Jersey area during the Conrail era that explains some of the traffic patterns and routings I described: railfan.com/wiseguys-wayfreights-conrail-north-jersey/" rel="noreferrer nofollow
And here are some links to learn more about PATH:
www.panynj.gov/path/en/about/history.html
hoboken.pastperfectonline.com/archive/45CDC2F1-59A0-4758-...
Jersey City, New Jersey
Friday October 2, 2020
In my art journal, from Thursday: I found a place here / hear for me...to stand...to pray...to write my name...to express myself...to give my love (this way)...
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from the visual journal that I've been working on, started on '09 and now continued. Most of the images in the 2022 section come from a French children's book on zoology, "Pour les tout Petits,Lectures sur les Animaux."
I'm going through and posting some previous journal pages. Adding them in order so, no, you guys aren't confused. LOL
My kraft paper journal, its cover adorned with a muse and my favorite quote, is one of my favorite journals. I never did come up with anything for the bottom though I once thought of gluing in part of a map (tissue paper) or something. I love the contrast of black ink on kraft paper. I used Sharpie highlighters to add spot color. This is the original 'kraft paper muse'.
“Life is but a Weaving” (The Tapestry Poem) by Corrie ten Boom
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Corrie ten Boom
I blogged about it at www.creativechaos.typepad.com This is the cover of my inspiration journal for my magazine pictures....
My first art journal page for 2011.
Blogged here:
dragonflydreamers.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-journal-page...
"Journal Prompt16: Today we are going on a little scavenger hunt!! Below, you will find a simple scavenger hunt that I created for you all. With this list, you will find everything on your list and then create a beautiful journal page with it! So fun!!"
I spent a really great time flying through the house looking for all these things: D
Naprawdę świetnie się bawiłam latając po domu szukając tych wszystkich rzeczy :D
This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.
What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below
By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild
It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.
These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.
Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."
Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.
Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.
Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.
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The Gee-Rusleel Tribe
by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest
I've had the privilege to speak to two different Miredancer elders now, and I've learned a great deal from both of these conversations. The "Gee-Rusleel," as they call themselves, are among the most introspective Argonians I've met in my travels. They also tend to be the most pleasant. For all their reclusiveness and wariness, I've never met a people more willing to share a meal or a game of Shells and Stones. They are skilled crafters, with a particular knack for working with Hist amber and egg shells. They are also peerless navigators, guiding their flat-bottom boats effortlessly through the swamp, master weavers, and skilled cartographers.
The most defining characteristic of the Miredancer tribe, however, is piety. This deep reverence for the Hist has earned them the right to name a "Sap-Speaker" for countless generations.
According to the elders I spoke with, the Sap-Speaker is the Hist's direct intermediary. (This is, of course, subject to debate. Many tribes boast unique methods of communion with the Hist. But as far as I have seen, the Miredancers make the most compelling case for the methods they use.) Sap-Speakers often go into seclusion for days or even weeks on end, venturing either down into the roots or high into the canopy of leaves in the uppermost branches. Here, they commune with the Hist. Indeed, the word that one of the elders used was "journey."
These journeys into the Hist tax the Sap-Speakers, but are thoroughly private affairs. After days by themselves, the Sap-Speakers emerge to hide away with old books, scrolls, and tablets. I asked after the purpose of these periods of seclusion, and this is what the elders told me. "The Sap-Speaker enters the embrace of the Hist to learn from the great tree," one elder said. "While in close contact with the roots and branches, the Sap-Speaker receives visions and other forms of communication that neither you nor I would understand."
The other elder continued. "Even the Sap-Speaker finds some of what is shown to be mystifying and confusing. I have heard that a Sap-Speaker is treated to ancient metaphors, arcane secrets, and visions that make little sense to creatures so far removed from sap and pulp." Apparently, the second period of seclusion allows the Sap-Speaker time to reflect on what he or she was shown, as well as time to consult with the ancient writings of Sap-Speakers who came before. After a suitable period of study and reflection, the Sap-Speaker emerges to reveal the Hist's will to the tribe.
I attempted to get more information about what happens while the Sap-Speaker meditates among the roots or branches, but I'm not sure the elders knew much more. They did tell me that the only nourishment the Sap-Speaker receives during these periods of seclusion is provided by the Hist itself in the form of sap, leaves, and the otherwise forbidden fruit of the tree.
There is a price to pay for the gift of Hist communion, however. Ingesting large quantities of Hist sap is a dangerous affair, even for Argonians. Sap-Speakers routinely suffer the effects of sap-poisoning, including "gold tongue" (permanent change of mouth pigmentation to a golden hue), unbidden hallucinations, "bark-scale" (thickening and darkening of surface scales), and other maladies they were reticent to talk about. The current Sap-Speaker, Thumarz, was in seclusion during my visit to the tribal village. I hope to meet him someday. If he's half as wise as the elders I interacted with, I'd no doubt learn a great deal from him.
Despite their deeply religious nature, the Miredancers also seem to have an obsession with games of all types. They are particularly fond of the games Nine-Shells and Shells and Stones, as well as sports such as the popular "teeba-hatsei" (also known as "hip and tail ball.") In addition to lovingly explaining their own games, they wanted to know everything I could tell them about the games we play back in Wayrest. I must admit, their enthusiasm was quite infectious! And I found it highly amusing to watch them try to re-create Deceiver's Bones from the vague description I provided.
The Miredancers are also inveterate gamblers, but they often forget to collect their winnings. Unlike the games of men and mer, Miredancer competitions appear to be completely devoid of malice or injured pride. Victory and defeat seem more like afterthoughts than objectives, due in no small part to their phlegmatic disposition. As in most things, their focus is strictly on the moment—the now. It pains me to leave their village, but I still have many more tribes to study. I doubt any of them will be as fascinating or as friendly as the Miredancers.
["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]
writing with graphite pencil
Zeichnung/Schrift mit Grafitstift.
"Bäume sind Gedichte, die die Erde in den Himmel schreibt." Khalil Gibran
another day of Letter Love 101. Drop by lindakittmer.blogspot.com/2012/02/doodle-letters.html to see more.