On death…

in life.

DSC_1904I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

Henry Miller

Death is as much a part of life as living is.

In nature, in relationships, and in dreams there comes a time to make peace with what is and be willing to start a new chapter.

There is beauty in its finality and hope in its expression.

Waiting and wondering…

if the rain will ever come.

DSC_1425No water, no life. No blue, no green.

Sylvia Earle

Summer draws to a close and seemingly everywhere the skies are filled with smoke from forest fires. Views like this one are fleeting, more often the mountains are hidden under a veil of smoke and ash.

Today more than ever it’s (almost always) about the water.

Street…

from a campground…

DSC_9896-Edit.jpgSeeing is not enough; you have to feel what you photograph.

Andre Kertesz

I don’t often focus my lens on people but occasionally something draws me in and I’m compelled to capture that moment.

Street photography has always felt a little invasive to me. A little like capturing private moments publicly shared. I will often observe but won’t usually capture the image.

Campgrounds are full of these intimate moments and a long lens brings them closer yet.

This moment seemed to capture the essence of camping. Nature leaving its imprint on man…

They come no more together…

but their presence is felt and their story remains.DSC_9602-Edit

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

ee cummings

They came to the same place every year for 25 years.

When she passed away, he scattered her ashes there and this cross high in a tree keeps a vigil.

The story was told by someone who had been coming to that same place with his love for 20 years.

True, enduring love…

Right place…

right time.DSC_9126.jpgHe is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.

Socrates

I had a special treat this week-end while visiting one of my favorite places, Schweitzer Mountain. The landscape was filled with bear-grass, a member of the lily family, in bloom, an occurrence that only happens every 5-7 years. Each plant only stays in bloom for a few days so photographing this is something that you need to take advantage of on the day that you see it.

As we walked amongst the blooms the air was filled with its faint fragrance and I felt that sense of satisfaction of being in the right place, at the right time, taking in the wealth of nature.

Water…

in all of its forms.DSC_8314

No water, no life. No blue, no green.

Sylvia Earle

There’s something magical about dew soaked landscapes in the early hours of sunrise.

A single leaf becomes a canvas for nature to paint on.

For me it’s almost always about the water. Where it falls, how it sounds, the taste of it, the feel of it, the smell of the earth after a rain.

Life affirming.

Drink it in.