Retention.
At dusk, we weave our doubts and dreams into favorable scenes.
Our hearts were arson & riot.
Empty spaces.
When I finally get myself together.
Her lie, reflected my lie.
You don’t know the shape I’m in.
Mad for the Ocean. Mad like the Ocean.
The words like a bruise in the air.
I need someone when this dark night begun.
You spit me out.
If you really want to see what matters most to me just take a short drive.
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.
One male and one female kelp greenling at hand.
Shot for Herschel Supply Co.’s Well Travelled blog.
“Who the hell sell’s seashells by the seashore?” Eric collects some native artifacts.
Shot for Herschel Supply Co.’s Well Travelled blog in the Juan De Fuca Strait.
As we wait for dinner to arrive, I build a fire out of redwood cedar and Will plays the harmonica.
Shot for Herschel Supply Co.’s Well Travelled blog.
Mike prepares to hop into the frigid saltwater. This is when we realize the guru that lays inside him.
Shot for Herschel Supply Co.’s Well Travelled blog.
Ice, water, steam.
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Mike with his pack, wetsuit, & gun.
Shot for Herschel Supply Co.'s Well Travelled blog.
A herd of Roosevelt elk surround a dead tree.