“to our glorious dead”
Outside BC’s Parliament Building, in Victoria
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Fisgard Lighthouse
Fallen
Breakwater
Ogden Point, Victoria BC
I can’t help but be drawn to these elements, even in new places.
Perspectives #2
Dust storm on the Outskirts of Texas, 2012
Summer Rise
Summer,
descended like a daze on my mind
a shapeshifting todo list,
a lack of clarity…
but at least, a capacity for color.
Pretending
Pretending I was
Across the sky
Riding clouds of thunder
Till the weight of collected burdens
Dropped me.
And I on the ground,
No longer light
But clinging wet and heavy to the earth
Till time separated me and
I was light Enough
to rise and pretend again.
Archived Mountains
2021, North Cascades
adieu spring
A transitional season, with all colors on display. The northwest might just be heading into Summer, finally.
Atmospheric River
This week I’m coming at you with all the Aquarius vibes. Clouds, water, air, space. A balance of lightness and weight.
Actually, I’m not too sure how that’s different from normal ;-)
Details #2 Light Catcher
For whatever reason, I’m fascinated by this building downtown. It’s weird, and interesting, and not really that photogenic, and yet, I keep finding angles I love, beautiful lines, shapes worth sharing.
I feel this way deeply about people too. So often, despite our progressive perspective, we overlook the details and thus, miss out on the diverse beauty that exists both externally and internally. We’ve got our narrow definitions, not realizing life is kind of more of a thesaurus, and less of a dictionary. We’re still doing what we’ve done for millennia.
Our inability to see nuance robs us of the richness found in who we encounter day to day.
Sure we’ve got some assholes in this lovely world of ours. And we all get irritated at the people who seem to have it all and whistle about it. I’d argue we need those people to show up too, just to keep us understanding where the parameters are, flowing in and out of all the in between.
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.
a note on the sky
Pressure is a privilege- Billie Jean King
Unreal
Idaho’s answer to the Bliss of Windows XP.
Clouds & Cream
Unbeknownst to him, my internet friend named this photo “Clouds & Cream”. Thank you Om! An excellent photographer and artist, who I continue to be inspired by.
Wanderlust #1- SF in Squares
San Francisco, 2010. I walked the streets of Mission, watched a man dangle mid air in front of the ferry building, attempted a vegetarian diet, and met many a dapper French bulldog.
She’s out of focus, but I love her.
Hoping I get back this decade…
Both/And
Sometimes an image captures a feeling so much better than anything I could write. Today is one of those times. All the best this week, friends!
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.
