Able to take advantage of an opportunity to spend a few days at a friend's condo in OC, MD. When Carol and I were newly married, we would accompany my parents to OC (Phillip's in particular) for a few days each summer. Always like to pause and take in the ocean when I'm near it. Brings a quote from Huston Smith to mind: "To the esoteric, God is in focal view. To the exoteric, the created world is in focus, and God must be inferred from it." I've always been one to acknowledge God in creation (general revelation), but these days, I heed my inner esoteric, which seems to have grabbed, and refocused my lens. In either case, the view is nice.

Mike and Dave hopping on board the (true to scale replica of) Nina, during it's atop over in Lewes, DE. As the Rehoboth Beach Jazz festival was involved in some way here, "Spontaneous Invention" played the event, on the lawn. At it's core, SI is a trio with these two and myself; acknowledging the deeply intuitive approach of each of us, and celebrating that in a collaborative effort. This truly is a unique little jazz group, with real potential to become even more so. I've always been involved in multiple projects, but now, it's more intense. This is, of course, a very good thing, as well as a significant challenge. Looking to grow with the flow.

Took this picture some time ago. (cropdusting season). Though I've lived on DelmarVa for over 15 years now, the kid from the burbs still get distracted by all this. I felt silly standing in my front yard for 20 min or so trying to capture something with my cell phone camera. The plane actually buzzed us a lot closer, but you get the idea. When growing up, one of the career paths (when we, as students were compelled to explore such things) on my mind was aviation. Not really sure why, as I'm never entirely comfortable in an airplane. Our high school even had an Aviation elective, which I took (but never got to play with the flight simulator). Think there may be an esoteric/exoteric thing going on here. These days (all kind of grown up-ish) it's less compelling to me. I know someone who owns a small plane, and uses it as his escape. When he's alone in the sky looking down over the landscape, he can enjoy the detachment. I think I've come to understand that detachment, for me, is another place, or realm. We can only escape to the places we know. I am both convinced that I know less than I ever thought I did, as well as knowing more than I realized.