Perspective from the lens of a tourist in British Columbia.
a living
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.
a song
the music of this mist is such
that what can’t be seen,
can be felt and most certainly
will not be forgotten.
a snow day
Making the most of a modest amount of accumulation, our youngest still maintains the can-do spirit around the cold, excited for even the lighter of dustings. Plus, she didn’t have school today. Nothing to be mad about here.
I’m trying to be better about catching family moments, instead of just creating artful representations around our goings on.
My, how the turn tables… years ago my goal was to see things differently, share things differently. The big hope was to create art, less personal to our family, but more universal, around nature, life, and belonging. This goal has been firmly accomplished and solidified.. I’m proud of the work, happy to convey the mystical around this world of ours. BUT.. in a striving for balance, I do hope I can also photograph moments for what they are this year.
And, so, this is our almost nine year old, on the cusp of adolescence, seen from the porch, working the hill with a vintage Radio Flyer. She’s loving every minute of it, despite the lack of detail and monochrome edit.
CYH No. 5, in memory of my aunt
My aunt couldn’t be held down. She was a person who, no matter what life threw at her, met it with an honest smile, and unwavering strength.
She was the kind of person who could get away with laughing at a funeral. In fact, one of my favorite memories of her is just that. Sitting with her, witnessing her soft jokes, her good nature cut through the despair in the room. She could do it. Not everyone can.
She had her share of misfortune. She buried a child, buried her husband. She never made loads of money, or experienced massive critical acclaim for accomplishments. Yet somehow, I think of her as one of the happiest people I knew. A consistent force of warmth, a renewable resource of encouragement. Always ready to pick herself up, and lift those around her too. Unflappable. Genuine. Optimistic.
I’m going to miss her sweet southern draw, her ability to bust a move, her lack of concern for what anyone thought about her, her hugs.. the way she called everyone “baby.” I’m going to miss her laugh. It accompanied her everywhere. Things will be too quiet now.
My heart goes out to the many currently experiencing loss.