Doughnut | East Wenatchee, WA | 2014
Temptation is an odd phenomenon. Something not particularly good for us — one more beer, one more biker chick, one more doughnut — calls to us, urges us, seduces us to take a taste. And often we succumb, even though we know the likely consequences: wooziness, face slap or clogged arteries. (My doctor once said that the only part of a doughnut we should eat is (more…)
Leaves on Snow | East Wenatchee, WA | 2014
As living sculptures, leaves are strong evidence of beauty in function. They’ve evolved into thousands of shapes and sizes. Their process for converting sunlight into useable energy — photosynthesis — could be considered a miracle. And humans use leaves for (more…)
Grass | Stratford, WA | 2014
“I believe a leaf of grass is no less the journey-work of the stars.”
— American poet Walt Whitman
Halo | Wenatchee Heights, WA | 2014
It’s easy to imagine that certain big trees have souls. Old-growth cedar, spruce, oak, cypress and redwoods have a knowing that comes from decades or centuries of standing witness to the world. We can feel it, a presence that connects to something deep within us. We only need to (more…)
Night Shed | Wenatchee, WA | 2014
Night casts familiar objects in new light. I often see the true shape of a tree, building or mountain only after darkness falls and shadows rise. Likewise, night can (more…)
Space Needle | Seattle, WA | 2014
Ten years ago, my brother and I were visiting Seattle and taking photos along the waterfront when I was attacked by a crazy man. He grabbed me from behind and began choking me, squeezing my neck, pressing his fingers into my eyes. He screamed that I was a spy for the Chinese and (more…)
Sheep | Moses Lake, WA | 2014
“Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.”
— American clothing designer Rachel Zoe
Fence | Searsport, ME | 2014
We hiked a trail that ran alongside the seashore through thick woods. About two miles from the parking lot, we came upon a freestanding section of picket fence. Nearly new and about 15 feet long, it stood by itself exactly parallel to the trail. It kept nothing in, nothing out. Curious hikers had tread a dirt path around it. A small sign, expertly painted, instructed: (more…)
Reader | Belfast, ME | 2014
“Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.”
— American aphorist Mason Cooley (1927-2002)
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