yoga and the art of...

asheville - spring 2014

digital / slightly rendered

belly-breathe as you lean into the turn at seventy miles an hour down the Saluda grade and cordite smell from the big rigs' brakes fills your nostrils and you lose the physical distinction between the bike and your body and your brain.  fluid-flow down that long, sweeping mountain thinking not too much yet sensing the engine's seven-thousand explosions per minute while the road vibration charges up your spine like wild mustangs.  second chakra, third chakra - right up through the top of your head - emerging from the crown of your helmet like a fighter-jet's contrails.  "I should have named her kundalini!" I yell as the black motorcycle pulses its way homeward and awareness separates from my body as I watch from above the motorcycle and rider effortlessly making their way down this ribbon of pavement.  stretching, breathing, twisting, turning - finding the edge, I smile and think there must be a word like namaste for this and in a flash-moment I realize  that word is a sound: a long, drawn-out whisper said with a big smile, "yeeaaahhhh..." 

...the divine aliveness in me honors the divine aliveness in you..

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1950's Vintage Kodak Duaflex II

120mm re-spooled to 620mm

Ipford Delta B&W iso100

(developed and printed at The Asheville Darkroom, Spring 2015)