images as thoughts
There are times when it feels like the limbs of trees are reaching out like tentacles not to capture you but draw you in to the forest. To spend some time and keep those old trees company.
To do a little dance and move through the forest without noise.
To summon you up into the tree tops and breathe in the air.
just like tentacles.
Finding a little breathing room while looking out into the Pacific ocean. Breathing in space and breathing out stuff.
Space Therapy.
Yashica A TLR and Kodak Tmax 100 iso film.
Quietly looking out on a blue-grey day.
The skies so heavy yet flakes don’t fly.
A day that weighs with nothing special yet grabs your attention with a quiet shout.
Nothing to say on a day like today.
A beautiful thermal pool reflecting what little sun could find its way through the overcast afternoon sky. Yes, there can be color on a cloudy day. On the way back to the Upper Geyser Basin after skiing out to Fairy Falls. Yellowstone National Park, 2015.
On a windy morning along the Blacktail Plateau the fresh snow moves yet the trees stand tall.
As rain moves in the Stilts embrace.
Dowitchers forage.
The sun comes out again.
On a quiet morning.
The sun shines bright behind thin clouds as tracks tell a tale in the snow.
