crooked frame

pinnacles. april 2012.

red rosy rocks

fiddletown. october 2012.

a round pool of water

baltimore area, sierras. august, 2012.

moon rock

half moon bay...again. feb 2011.

yeah... so i guess this isn't any kind of amazing photo, but i just really liked this rock and its many holes, and the little strands of grass strewn about, and the gentle black water cupping its side, sliding slowly past. and the shade of gray, so pale and perfect.

Alone

Banff. 2010.

Stone Rainbow at the Weeping Wall

Going-into-the-sun Highway, Montana. 2010.

Scat on the Trail

Zion. 2010.

Getting the Perfect Shot

Kings Canyon, CA. 2008.

Here's my dad, edging closer and closer to the white water, in order to line up the perfect shot down the canyon.

Great six day hike on the Rea Lakes Loop in July. Got back the day before the test for the job I have now. Almost blew it off to stay on the trail longer. Guess I'm kinda glad I headed home early.

Certainty

Bryce Canyon. 2009.

Nature's Patterns

Zion. 2009.

The hike up to Angel's Landing. Winter-naked branches silhouetted against slanting rock.

In That Soft Morning Glow

Bryce Canyon. 2009.

A poem, which may not be a poem at all:


pale blue blanket
softest yarn
saddest thoughts
hiding under my hair, in my skull

have i thought the ache into my heart?
where would i feel it, otherwise?
the light slowly warms as i sit writing:
metal desk,  metal box playing music, no musicians.

is it being inside, alone, that opens this
drawer of forgotten sadness?
the cool dark night, the bleeding, isolated porch lights,
outside and all around.

i don't remember where this blanket came from.
is it handed down, an heirloom of quiet, vague grief,
or did i make it myself, stitch by careful stitch.
it's finished now. but i can't seem to let go.
perhaps there's a drawer i can put it in.