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This image sings of relationship to me – two windows, two doors, two chairs and one table in a silent duet. This was taken at one of our favorite weekend getaways in Palm Springs. It is a European style pension called Korakia and is a restored retreat visited by the Hollywood elite of the ’30s and ’40s. Winston Churchill even stayed here once. It could easily be somewhere in the Mediterranean or Middle East. This image is from my series of painterly photographs of hand etched Polaroids.
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Photo (c) Paul Grant Cutright
When we lived in San Diego we used to visit the Self Realization Fellowship gardens on the cliffs above the Pacific Ocean in Encinitas. That’s where we discovered this amazing flower called an epiphyllum. This is exactly what it looks like, this image has not been altered in any way. What an amazingly beautiful testiment to the infinite expressions of beauty in nature.
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Photo (c) Paul Cutright
In August 1981 we spent two weeks traveling around Egypt, alone. We were permitted inside the Sphinx compound to meditate on the paws of the Sphinx under the full moon at midnight. We saw and experienced many strange and wonderful things during our adventure. I made this photograph that night.
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I was watching the President’s speech tonight and the MSNBC pundits’ commentaries afterwards. Often during this whole Iraq debacle I’ve had the thought, Beam me up, Scottie. Let’s just go to another planet, why don’t we?
If you’re a Star Trek fan, you know immediately what "Beam me up, Scottie" refers to. We are both avid science fiction fans and have favorite shows on the SciFi Channel – Battlestar Gallactica, Stargate and Stargate Atlantis. We’ve seen every Star Trek movie and all the Star Trek TV shows, especially all the later ones, like Star Trek Next Generation and Deep Space Nine.
Even if you’re not a Star Trek fan, "Beam me up, Scottie" has become such a part of our American lexicon that you probably know what it means anyway – at least intuitively.
Then I remember that the only technology capable of "beaming" me into another reality is my own consciousness. And right now it’s not taking me to any other planets. This is it, for now.
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Santa Fe Winter Wonderland from Our Portal
The view from our western facing portal after an all night snow fall.
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We love to learn and can always be found reading or watching something that adds to our understanding of people and the world. One of our favorite places to learn is with The Teaching Company. The Teaching Company audio and video tapes the very best university professors in the country. If you like to learn, you’ll definitely want to check it out.
Anyway, one of our favorite topics is philosophy. So, we purchased some courses that sounded interesting and one of the professors was this brilliant guy from the University of Texas with a really strong Southern accent named Rick Roderick. And he said something that has never left us and to which we have subscribed as our own philosophy ever since. (Unfortunately, Rick passed away in 2002 and I’m not sure his courses are any longer available.)
Because of Rick, we consider ourselves to be "fallibilists". And what exactly is a fallibilist you might well ask?
A fallibilist is someone who believes what they believe passionately and with all their might. At the same time, they recognize that the world is ever changing and that humanity’s understanding of the world is continually growing. Fallibilists recognize that their knowledge and understanding of the world is necessarily limited. In the pursuit of ongoing learning and education, it is not uncommon to move into such greater understanding and wisdom that your previous view of things is revealed to be flawed or limited. Upon such discovery, it’s smart to embrace the newer, deeper, broader, higher, wiser comprehension and abandon the former.
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