And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy. ― William Shakespeare
deco line
Curiosity peaked, via a slight foray into art deco, and an eye catching brick texture.
April 2025, Bellingham WA
thriving in all forms
Maybe you understand this,
A longing for the lack of an apology.
The need for nothing to be anything
But unapologetically itself.
The idea that color doesn’t need muting
That monochrome can rest easy in bold contrast.
Pastels are allowed to be vanilla and soft.
Thriving in all forms
and not at the expense of anyone else, accepted.
You are accepted.
Adagio
The grace to go at our own pace, with our own timing,
The ability to understand this means we have to push, to be uncomfortable,
but also to rest and pace and acknowledge the adagio, when it comes.
Life feels like measure of limits, but
Self awareness needs a harness like constraint.
Welcome the buffers, move them if needed, but don’t throw them away. Understand the ledger lines.
Life must have this structure to know what you can play.
Better Together
We all need a little external propping up from time to time.
to love a cloud
Skies and mysteries made real,
sweet secrets so stark
you might be able to reach up and touch them.
to be
I wanted to become comfortable being great
and not somehow
kind of get in my own way for it.
And that's actually a conversation that I have to have often with myself.
Like, “you're going to take this moment, and you're allowed to execute this moment”.
-Alicia Keys
living
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
Home Sweet Ham #5
Sunnyland Neighborhood, Iron & Alabama
Home Sweet Ham #4
Home is where your bones are 😆
Home Sweet Ham #3
Just a construct.
Home Sweet Ham #2
Entering Class I
Home Sweet Ham #1
This week I’m sharing a few images I find to be interesting and maybe, ever so slightly off.
From March, when my head wasn’t in this work, but the camera came anyway. Where my mood seemed to match that feeling between seasons.
a search for the middle
April and May have come and gone. My camera hasn’t seen much in the way of creative work.
There were a few moments I did shoot. Those images went straight to my hard drive, and sat, intentionally untouched. Dramatically, I wanted no part in them. The critic in my head on repeat, “there is nothing to say, nothing interesting to share, and these images aren’t worth anyone’s time if you aren’t finding value in them.”
And, truly, I wasn’t finding any deep feeling in any art-focused image I worked on. Dud after dud, my creative arrows landing in the weeds, missing the target. (My client work however has gone super well. It’s my most productive spring, in fact. Huzzah!)
A toxic trait I have is the longing for novelty. A deep desire to find new ways of speaking to, or rather, illustrating those abstract, hard to quantify states we humans find ourselves in. If I can't do this, why bother?
This week I peeked into the folders on my hard drive. There weren’t many. However, the time produced full on edits, extreme culling, and slow roll sharing of what few things were captured. A common theme did emerge. Lots of contrast, several sunsets, vivid color, and bold black and white. It’s almost a revelation of extremes despite the goal of finding a middle.
It’s a start. I’m thankful for another.
Stratocumulus
I don’t want to go… really, I just want to look at the clouds.
And find any answers there,
and accept anything not within them as lost
and just fine in that state.
Shade
I staked your pain,
put it to good use in the yard,
throwing shade.
decide
Someone else’s dreams,
or your own.
All that’s left is to decide.
Golden Hour
A golden hour
On one side, promise,
on the other side, hope.
a natural cherry
a consistently beautiful thing
from just about any angle.
what must it be like to be
a natural cherry?
University of WA puddle
go there
If puddles were portals, where would you go?