The finale that was grand:
We moseyed over to Multnomah Falls on our road trip back to P-Land. Talk about the perfect day to visit; it had rained only two days before, so the falls were fresh and magnificently fierce. The sun shined through the looming mist, the air smelt crisp, and Oregon glimmered vibrantly, saturated in technicolor beauty.
Our stomach’s were rumbling loud gurgles, exaggerating the extent of their hunger, so our stay was short but sweet. Next time we’d definitely like to hike to the top of the falls. Well Drew would like to, and I’d be happy if I was towed in a wagon with a built in mister, [...]

Our Travels: A trek from Portland city to Mount Hood.
The excuse for all our adventures finally arrived! Brittany & Stephen were scheduled to marry. So, with our cameras in tow, and anticipation in heart, Saturday morning called us to the foot of a gigantic mountain.
At the bridal cabin, we prepared for the long day ahead with absolute essentials: A mug of hot coffee, eggs over-easy, and an awesome conversation on the wrap-around porch. We sipped, and spoke, commenting on the serenity a silent town offers– so far away from mayhem we shamelessly enjoy. Andrew and I spoke about the nature of strength. He reminded me, “Even our strengths, out of [...]

Our Travels: Day 2
Probably like you- for me, when traveling, waking up feels a lot like Christmas. Even though I stay up late enjoying the boundless festivities, I still manage to rise at the crack of dawn and feel like a million bucks.
Well, almost a million bucks. My feet felt more like a defected nickel: swollen, blistered, and cut from my new flats. Target, I didn’t know it could happen, but you utterly failed me.
Our first stop was Walgreens. For shoes. Which really doesn’t bother me. As much as I enjoy fashion, comfort always triumphs style in my world. You see, the night before, I was in so much pain [...]

Sometimes I’m a little over the top.
Proof: In Portland, I carried 3 cameras in my purse, at all times.
Weighing in at a ridiculous 12 pounds, my purse felt more like a chubby infant.
Among others things, the *sometimes* great Holga camera clanked about, swinging with my shoulder, to and fro.
Delivering a whopping 4 decent quality photos out of 16 taken, it is the most finicky camera known to mankind.
Ultra grainy exposures (on accident) this time around- but it adds an interesting texture. Kinda.

And so it goes…
We woke up at 4:00 am, for a flight out of SNA at 6:45. My sweet mother chauffeured us to the airport, while I sipped coffee and whimpered for all the people already on the road in route to work, at such a wretched hour.
I don’t see 4am very often, and although it could have been the fog still looming in my mind from a partial night’s sleep, the world looked serene before dawn. Calm, dreamy, less glamorous, but maybe more beautiful– much like a woman upon waking.
Drew and I sat in front of our gate, while he searched “plane crash statistics” on the internet. I sat [...]

Before this post will make any sense, you’ve got to know this: I’m kind of afraid of heights. And by kind of, I mean heights freak me out so much that at high elevations, 9 out of 10 times, my body goes limp. For example, when I cross that God forsaken carpool overpass where the 5 and 405 freeways intersect, I say a quick prayer for the drivers ahead of and behind my car. Because it’s never safe to drive near a limp bizkit, like me.
Okay, so here we go. It was March, and my birthday was drawing near, and all I could think of was, “This year, I want [...]

We floated above the city, quietly rising alongside the sun.
A preview of our morning in the sky:

in honor of one of the loveliest poems, EVER!
“The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
Into his mind the [...]

“The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark– now glittering– now reflecting gloom–
Now lending splendour, where from the secret springs
The source of human thought.”

For me, photography is a form of poetry.
“Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar; it reproduces all that it represents, and the impersonations clothed in its Elysian light stand thenceforward in the minds of those who have once contemplated them as memorials of that gentle and exalted content which extends itself over all thoughts and actions with with it co-exists.
The great secret of morals is love, [...]

My all time fav blog post has been MIA. For far far too long.
Before the launch of this incredible blog (gifted to me by Andrew Schey) I had a humble little Blogspot. On that Blogspot was a documentary of my first trip to New York. My excursions in NY are some of my fondest memories yet– it was a time in my life where new seeds were being sewn, a season marked by personal liberation and rejuvenation.
East Coast culture made me feel alive; something about the trip truly awakened me. My senses were excited, my heart beat out of my chest in anticipation of each new sun rising (which I [...]