The blue heron makes a sound like the world is ending.
Ripping like doomsday through the air.
a regal beak, a torrential sound.
I thought life might be over, if you’d heard it too, you’d know.
Lake Padden, Washington, via iPhone 15
October
We’ve entered into the softest season of boldness.
A quiet yet colorful paradox.
Confident whispers.
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A fern, in the Chuckanut Mountains, 2023
an act of rebellion
Have you brought forth anything into the world lately? A dramatic question 😆 but come on, what did you expect?
One of my photographs was mentioned on a podcast a while back, and Jason ended with suggesting that the photo inspired him to ask the question- what could he make? What would his own self-portrait be like? It was the kind of question that made me really happy… the idea that our act of creation can beget curiosity, one of human kind’s great attributes.
The world feels like a distracted, destructive, consumptive mess. Inspiring work, ideas, kindness, connection is a direct rebellion of this tangle. It’s a rebellion I can get behind, and hope to continue being a part of. Thanks so much to the 3x2 podcast for the feature.
Daze
Along the highway, June.
🌊
We’re all equal before the wave.
-Laird Hamilton
Inbetween
Right on the cusp of summer,
as if nature knows what follows, and comes out veins blazing.
Woods
Wooden memories in the mist, until I find myself there again.
Emergent Agency
Wild emerges with no permission.. this recklessness makes the season. I can’t help but be in awe.
Somewhere in North Carolina, 2011
Wanderlust #4- A Single Serving of Mountain
Appalachia.
Will there be bugs?
Will there be humidity?
Will there be gorgeous views, lines, curves predating us humans?
You betcha.
Wanderlust #2- A Road Trip to Colorado
The year was 2009. Two crazy kids decided to drive to Colorado from Alabama in under 24 hours, because everyone said it couldn’t be done.
It can be done, but not recommended.
We stayed in a place with no heat, made friends with a pothead, sledded down an icy hill at midnight while a young eastern European gentleman remarked how awesome everything was, but with more colorful language… our car broke down, our snow shoes didn’t work, and our minds were blown an the x-games. There was food poisoning, frozen laundry, a blizzard on the interstate at 3am.
The entire thing makes me look back and smile. Enjoy these snaps at 4:3.
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“..to slip again over my faculties the viewless fetters of an uniform and too still existence..”
-Charlotte Brontë
Mornings
One of those gloriously messy weekday mornings where we managed to get out the door early, good attitudes still in tact. I also had the wherewithal to grab my camera, given the conditions seemed conducive to drama over the lake. It’s a beautiful thing when plans work, and we get a nice little break from perpetual adaptation.
deconsecrated
Unexpected
Morning came on. A symphony.
Nothing, then notions, the faintest hint of sound,
and before we realized it,
a song forte
played for all who were awake to hear and see.
Q#2
Blooming, Just the Same
Change, Even in the Smallest Form
Some years you can feel it. The atmosphere asking, even begging, for a new beginning. This one of those years I think.
Sure. 2015 was the year. 2016 was the year, 2017 was the year...BUT how about 2018 actually being the year for us all. The year we each grasp our desires and do the thing. Where we each take a brutally honest look inward, disassemble what we aren't proud of, and reshape it. Make a new beginning, for real this time.
Or don't, and choose to be truly content. Because that act is a movement of progress in itself. Honest introspection on what you have, or who you are, coupled with acceptance, can bring about a profound change. Sometimes, "to have what you want, you must want what you have." My husband said that. (<3 him)
Either choice is difficult, but this resistance can help us grow in ways we wouldn't otherwise. Either choice can mean a rebirth, if that's what you're looking for in the coming months.
My best to you in 2018, whatever you decide :-)
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It's windy, or sunny, or overcast, or all of the above. This place has many emotions. Lots of things it may or may not choose to reveal through light, texture, and color. Last Sunday, for example, was a beautiful variable. A misty, wet morning, which gave way to a cerulean sky and mild temperatures. The northwest can't decide some days. This is a place that changes, shifts, and grows as much as we aspire to. It's mysterious, and uncertain, but at ease..