Dream, struggle, create, prevail. Be daring. Be brave. Be loving. Be compassionate. Be strong. Be brilliant. Be beautiful.
It’s been a long time since I sat at this desk and it feels really good.
I’m taking time to be.
To enjoy the colors of fall. To inhale the scent of leaves as they change from green to bright red, yellow, and orange.To gaze upon the sunlit waters where the salmon spawn.
But most of all. I’m taking time to just breathe.
learned in nature.
If it weren’t for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.
I think it’s possible to see too much beauty in one day.
I remember studying geology in school and being fascinated by all of the terminology describing the structure of earth and its formation.
This beautiful area of carved rocks and turquoise colored glacial water couldn’t be seen from the road but lay just down a steep path that began a short distance from an otherwise bland roadside pull-off.
I could have spent days here studying and photographing the rock formations but with my propensity for attracting bears it didn’t seem like the best idea to camp here even if it had been permissible.
Learned a new term on this stretch of our travels…rock flour. Finely ground sediment created by the grinding of bedrock by glacier erosion.
This leg of the trip was a great reminder that new paths are carved slowly over time.
Some obstacles are washed away in an instant while others are carved away one layer at a time.
Although the scars that are left behind never completely fade, they do soften and create a new beauty built by strength and endurance.
It’s almost always about the water…
in the aftermath.
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.
We were in Waterton National Park last fall and left the day before the park was closed due to a rapidly approaching forest fire that ultimately burned over 47,500 acres.
This summer upon my return I was pleased to see the resilience of nature. Bright bits of green and wildflowers brightened the scarred landscape and all around you could see signs of recovery.
Life is about challenge and waiting for a completely clear path is immobilizing. For every obstacle that is removed another will inevitably take its place.
For me this image is a visual reminder that not everything is permanent and that the quality we need to strive for is resilience.
Adaptation in the face of adversity.
a perfect reminder to stay calm and let nature provide the drama.
My heart is tuned to the quietness that the stillness of nature inspires.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
This image is exactly how I like my drama; at the hands of nature.
I’ve been thinking a lot about serenity lately and how important that is to me.
How social media is frequently not that social and how often each day we have the opportunity to be pulled into drama and chaos.
This year I want to be inspired. I want to surround myself with simplicity and the clarity that comes with that.
That goes for relationships too. I want to spend more time connecting with people who share the same values.
If you’re in a space right now that feels like rock bottom take a moment and focus on just one beautiful thing and trust that a change will come.
Nature’s beauty is a gift that cultivates appreciation and gratitude.
As I celebrate Thanksgiving in America today I am incredibly grateful and thankful for my friends, family, and clients.
There has not been a void left unfilled and that’s not something that I will ever forget.
To those celebrating, have a wonderful holiday.
from a campground…
Seeing is not enough; you have to feel what you photograph.
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…
bloom.No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
I suppose it was inevitable.
I found the first flower blooming in my yard, a variety that I’ve not seen before.
Graceful and delicate it opens up towards the glimmer of sun that has been struggling to break through the clouds.
Nature’s a fickle thing though and this morning the landscape sparkles with a layer of frost.
I secretly rejoice.
Happy Easter to those celebrating.