comfort food (a little burned)

camp. december 2012.

suspension

camp. december 2012.

moo cow

camp. december 2012.

swinging into the sky

camp. december 2012.

fireworks

camp. 31 december 2011.

there's nothing better than standing in a cold field, blasting music and dancing around, lighting fireworks, and drinking champagne and whiskey.

especially on new years eve.

young madrone

camp. december 2011.

right before i jumped in for a quick, chill dip.

what's already burned

camp. december 2011.

winter cabbage

camp. 31 december, 2011.

layers of purple leaves, dusted with frost.

ice in the grid

camp. april 2010.

a thinly frosted fence on a chilly morning.

dawn

 

When I awaken early

from the pre-dawn light

and reluctantly rise (before the rest),

I look at what surrounds me; 

I lay my eyes against objects simple and profound

and write a poem with my eyes and what they see. 

When backlit clouds prism rays into every shade of blue and pink and yellow;

When bare pine branches reach down

to frame sections of an astounding, undigestible sky,

I am reminded that, although
this has already been described--there are no new words to use--
somehow each dawn is original and surprising and unthought.

When I awaken early to have the new day's light fall upon me
and am given the chance to follow its caress on rock and stream and branch,
it stokes my burning, crazy love for all that is pure and good in the world.

I exist within the dream and idea of untouched woodland,
of hidden watersheds deep in the hills;
I match the dawn's incandescence with the joy of finding home.

ace

Camp. 2011.

bell tower

Camp. 2011.

This is one of my first photos of the year. I went for a walk new year's morning, when people were just starting to wake up but breakfast was still off in the distance.

A heavy sky, a heavy cold, snow-coated roofs and branches. The sun never came out that day, so the snow stayed and we sledded down barn hill on trays from the kitchen. We rolled the damp snow into balls and made snow-ducks, a mama and babies, swimming across the snowy lawn.

Happy New Year.

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Camp (still). 2010 (barely).

new year's eve

Camp. 2010.

rake

Camp. 2010.

crystal clear

Camp. 2010.

winter

Camp. 2010.

water lettuce

Camp. 2010.

a shining red color

Camp. 2010.

looking in the kitchen window

Camp. 2010.