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A fern, in the Chuckanut Mountains, 2023

Perspectives #5

Lake Guntersville, AL, July, 2011

Perspectives #4

Seattle, from the ferry, in a moody February, 2011

Perspectives #3

Chicago, John Hancock Center, 2011

Perspectives #2

Dust storm on the Outskirts of Texas, 2012

Creature #5

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag. ~ W. H. Auden

Creature #4

Mollusca phylum on yarrow.

Creature #3

Elephants are contagious. -Paul Eluard

Creature #2

"Have you ever held a snake? They are so strong. You can see why there are so many myths about them: they are unlike any other creature. It's extraordinary how that little brain can keep everything moving in different directions."
- Michelle Paver

Creature #1

"What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things We just happen to to forget all that. Don't you agree? Two-thirds of earth's surface is ocean, and all we can see with the naked eye is the surface: the skin."
- Haruki Murakami

Red

Red, existing in extremes,

unable to be anything but itself.

Commanding passionately at the far end of this visible spectrum.

Orange

the not quite red

speedy, playful,

a fervent Finncoming.

(this guy’s name is Finn. He embodies the color orange)

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.

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? ;-)

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.

Ahead

Something a bit different, from a styled shoot I was invited to back in April.

Daze

Along the highway, June.

the catastrophe

Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. ― Frank O'Hara

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.