Relating to joy. Almost there.
nature
We Placed Your Ashes Under A Tree, But You'll Burn My Ashes Under The Sea.
Leica M2 | 35mm Voigtlander lens | Ilford HP5
We thought we were watching the odd wave crash into the rocks, but according to our new friend in town, we were watching a momma whale and her calf surface. Momma was attacked by a shark and was scratching her wound on the rocks. The rest of the pod headed North, leaving them behind for the winter.
Jordan's river.
Bible Release Party
Iceland’s existence is in a constant state of flux. Nothing is permanent: good or evil. Nine a.m. sunrise. So far I haven’t shot much film this trip until today. My mind’s been fixated on looking out the window and staring at the vast surroundings. It has a familiar feeling of an ex lover’s body in bed. Her angry contours, dotted with abrupt scars of the past intrigue me. I catch her breath as she invites me in. She intensifies my spirit. Then the fear rushes back as she makes me vulnerable again. An excerpt from the Point Of Discomfort article on Monster Children.com. Go to my profile to view the link. Xo.
Empty spaces.
When I finally get myself together.
Her lie, reflected my lie.
Without eye contact, we secretly thank the ocean for its offering but say something like “Rad trip, eh?…”
A photo essay shot for Herschel Supply Co. Well Travelled blog.
A herd of Roosevelt elk surround a dead tree.
The fillet process. Local, organic, no GMO’s, and no steroids, antibiotics, or preservatives. Happy fish.
Shot for www.herschelsupply.com/blog
I have an answer. Namaste 2013.
Working on my other side with Dr. Genieve Burley. Yoga, Meditation, & Nature.
Would you go out to surf if this Mexican cocodrilo and friends were 20 meters from the river mouth? Ahhhhhh, fuck it!