The heart needs another outlet,
but it can’t pour everything out to every thing.
Necessary is space for the business of this existence,
one wants a life, but needs a living.
Winter Morning
Softly, softly.
the gateway
the feeling that you might end up somewhere else entirely,
depending on where you step,
to veer off trail is to find yourself losing yourself,
which, depending on who you ask,
can be lovely
or alarming.
Hatley, Softly
How to show a place that has been photographed numerous times and showcased in various movies, with the constraint of a guided tour?
I’m not sure I solved that riddle, but my hope is these shots are at least mildly interesting, and keep people coming to admire the beauty of this castle on the campus of Royal Roads University.
once more with feeling
Interrupting Canadian imagery from our trip to bring you a surprise I experienced at 11:07pm last night. It lasted about 15 minutes and was stronger in color visible to the naked eye than what we saw months ago.
I can’t believe I’ve now seen the aurora twice this year.. life is full of the unexpected.
September
Maple turning in the gardens at Hatley Castle, British Columbia
Week's End
Picked tulips outside a cafe in Capitol Hill, Seattle, WA,
reflecting how I feel at the end of a very full week.
Creature #5
In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag. ~ W. H. Auden
Yellow
Yellow was a concept
Vastly misunderstood,
So explosive, engulfing,
That riding its expanse felt more scary than thrilling.
It’s opposites were soft and quiet and gentle
Yellow offered paradoxal ending promise of the same
If the color could be survived.
the catastrophe
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. ― Frank O'Hara
Archived Mountains
2021, North Cascades
Yellow
Our pasture is currently covered in these. A weed, but so pretty and such a nice color.
5:45am
AM, 5:45.
A place in time alone
All things just beginning again.
A rekindling of light.
Garden Golden Hour
Asparagus @ f/1.4
Details #5- At Odds
My art is currently suffering from a lack of creative direction. Past work has been incredibly meta, leaning into the unsettled feeling of the world. I have a deep belief in balance, movement, and duality, so allowing both/and these last few years has been huge for my vision.
But it feels like my creative posture is getting bad. Or rather, my mind is feeling atrophy sitting in this meta state. We can feel all the hard feelings, but in the end, what are we going to do with them?
I could just be tired. Enough sleep hasn’t come easy, and right now when I take time for art, it falls flat. These two things together make it seem like the world is ending. It’s ridiculous and thankfully I recognize my own bullshit here.
But the fact remains that sitting (with feelings) for too long is bad for you. So, what does standing up look like?
This week, if you hadn’t noticed, I opted to either explore my photography archives or shoot something new, with an intention of detail. SO rather than spend my free time in the news, scrolling, or consuming some piece of new information, a break from the headiness of modern life seemed warranted.
Details #1-Little Marvel
All the flowers
Would have very extra-special powers
They would sit and talk to me for hours
When I'm lonely in a world of my own..
-Kathryn Beaumont
Scenes from Seattle
Eastlake, Seattle WA 2023
Overcast
A sense of leaving scenes like this, as spring barrels its way into summer. I used to regret a change in the weather, but I don’t anymore. Not sure exactly what changed, other than on a good day I have appreciation for now, whatever it looks like.
In the Finite
Wasted time will break a heart faster than any failure.
Don’t distract me with the useless, but fill this limited space up with intention and living.
Trying and caring, in no particular order, as long as each is present.
No manipulations, no perfections, just things as they desperately are,
as I am, in the finite.
-recent thoughts
Life on Earth
We’ve run away with possibilities and can’t see the utopia we already have.
We can’t see that we’re destroying it.
Or if we can, for whatever reason,
none of which I’ve heard is good enough
we don’t care.