Someone else’s dreams,
or your own.
All that’s left is to decide.
a point of view
Perspective from the lens of a tourist in British Columbia.
the midst
Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.
~Unknown
Breakwater
Ogden Point, Victoria BC
I can’t help but be drawn to these elements, even in new places.
Avast
in British Columbia waters, 2024
Bound/Influenced
What it feels like to be a wave
Influenced by a small thing you can never touch,
Pushed and pulled always in motion.
To hold such force..
But only within the confines of
That small thing that binds you.
That thing that is smaller than you.
That thing you can never touch.
Red
Red, existing in extremes,
unable to be anything but itself.
Commanding passionately at the far end of this visible spectrum.
Blue
A simple kind of blue,
Collected, released, dispersed.
Allowed to exist in many states, and not end.
Blue feels hopeful. Blue feels… simply eternal.
Even when things around are complicatedly finite.
Alternate
Mountains as the backdrop of a lake, or a small tide pool? ;-)
Ahead
Something a bit different, from a styled shoot I was invited to back in April.
🌊
We’re all equal before the wave.
-Laird Hamilton
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 #4- Aquamarine
Hope, glistening by the side of a forest road.
Waves in Silence
When life feels uncertain, find salt water.
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.
Shoreline
I went for overcast skies and when I got to the end of the trail, the sun came out. Take from that what you will :-)
zen moment
Seeking a quiet frame to get lost in.
Fear of Spiders
I didn’t understand, and because of that I couldn’t see you.
All I knew was the current of fear, a choice to be swept up in this lack of rationality.
Missing the complexity, my large body terrified of your small one,
your entire existence gone in one decisive moment.
How powerful I was. How afraid.
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.
Q #4
Gate to Eternity