Finally things lined up for my first Milky Way shot for the 2018 season. Looking forward to many more. This is a 21 picture panaroma and instagram does crop, so if you interested in seeing the full version head on to my Facebook posting.
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you but I don't know how
Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my wonderwall
HAPPPPY EARTH DAY! 🌲 This year I want you to wine and dine yourself among the trees, mountains and rivers. Take the napkin off your knee - trade it for dirt. Find the money to gift yourself five course memories - and savor every bite. Even if that means taking your phone out for a picture before you eat. I want you to forget to chew, choke a little, panic - it's good to feel alive. I know that you've grown comfortable with the hunger - but it's time you binge. FEED YOUR WANDERLUST. Lick the goddamn plate.
Just like the moon, you are always full. The way light plays on your skin, doesn’t steal a mile of your circumference - it only shows the phases of your growth. Don’t confuse yourself as the puppet when the shadows play - you are the stage, the story and the curtains that don’t draw until you’ve answered our howls with an encore. The tides swell and the clouds part - just to show you off. Because before you, the waters were too quiet and the sky too dark. You are an elysian lighthouse, divine, otherworldly, essential and eternal. The stars only shine as bright as you let them.
(Part lll) It’s been eight years since I started taking pictures - and in that span of time I haven’t worked for Nat Geo or Vanity Fair.
After almost a decade of personal growth, I have learned that I hold many dreams inside my little heart. Sometimes, I think I have too many to finish in this lifetime. But that’s another anxiety driven story - we don’t have the time to break that one down haha. Instead, I’ll tell you that I traded admittance to the Art Institute of Seattle for six years of pure crazy sad happy and fast paced life. Sure, somewhere in there I could have graduated, interned and accepted an incredible job - but that’s just too simple. I’ve realized that I like chaos, and it sure as hell loves me back. When things are too good - I panic. A flaw that has caused me to lose people, jobs and love.
So, to say it lightly, I’ve spent the last few years just soaking in the tornado that my life has been. And somewhere in the years, I lost my urge to shoot. My camera got a little dusty and I traded my client’s checks for a steady restaurant job. In that same restaurant, too be quick and to the point, I met the love of my life four years ago - a man who surprised me with a shiny camera in hopes of reigniting my passion for photo. He would remind me to bring my camera on every hike, backpacking and camping trip. So I would. And I’d grudgingly carry it on my pack and pull it out for the waterfalls and the mountains. Soon enough, the thrill came back. I was fifteen again, taking pictures of spiderwebs and lakes - with every picture, I came alive. I felt grounded. I felt content. I had forgotten how refreshing it was to get lost in my surroundings and how important the ‘little’ things are. How important they are to me, and how they make me feel as if I have the slightest control over this fleeting life of our’s.
(Part l) When I was a little girl, I would lock myself in my Uncle Den’s bathroom, and read his piles and piles of yellow bound National Geographic magazines. Getting lost on an African safari, swimming in the blue waters of Bora Bora, dancing with the locals in Mexico City, kneeling before temples in Indonesia - I was able to travel to every country, city or village on this huge beautiful planet of our’s, without leaving the floor of the bathroom. For years, I told myself that I would one day photograph for Nat Geo. See the world. Play with elephants. Eat scorpions on a stick. Get a sunburn in every country. Ya know, LIVE while making a paycheck. I didn’t want to pick just one, so this job would be my ticket to see the world.
I was gifted my first point and shoot camera in high school, and there wasn’t a bug, animal, plant or skyline that didn’t make it onto my memory card. My portfolio was off to a good start. I could already feel the Sahara sand between my toes. I want quite sure about the fine details to make my dream a reality, but at the time I was crazy in love with everything I saw. If it moved me, I would take a picture of it. And every time I’d see the printed photos - I would fall back in love with every dew drop, broken piece of glass and fly that landed long enough for me to steal a shot of it. This was the very beginning - a first glimpse into my future.