Port townsend — Waking up, I knew that today I could get whatever I want. Drinking two cups of Yorkshire Gold on an empty stomache further compels this belief. People and events that would once depress me in their perceived value, change and I feel free. So I treat myself to breakfast at the magnificent Owl Sprit. French toast with walnuts, raisins and yogurt. Warm coffee that tastes like chocolate and berries...
Port townsend — Every night I make my way home from town, via a local trail that navigates the zig-zag barriers between private properties, (somewhat makeshift paths like those made from cracks in ice, or lightning s...
Port townsend — Cloud banks roll over the peninsula, filling the sound with white walls that hide the sky. Biking, hands balanced out to the wet air - the smells of moisture, kelp and sea salt mingle with the cold m...
Port townsend — Caught out in the rain on a spontaneous morning walk. On waking I couldn’t resist the dark clouds and chanting trees. The lighting is blue and electric gold - the color of water and autumn. Green leav...
Waking to write, and watch Jack Frost work his winter touch.
In Nature we see there is no story, that every legend, fable, myth is desperate.
Sometimes I wake up hopeful in the morning.
My people call...
Flashcards. New schema for new territory.
After the musk and scent of sweat and desperate breath...
Somedays you either laugh or cry unintentionally.
The lull of Salish swaying below me.
I live in a beautiful little corner on the blue planet.
The Intruder that breaks the silence
An autumn night 3 years ago
The Morning is blue, and whatever happens is perfect.
Family Feud: Rules as confusing as American football, but significantly fewer concussions. New national sport?
When hiding under a tree...
The Paper Mill • Steam, engines, and the smell of piss and brocolli.
Finishing a letter to a dear friend, I leave the mess - keeping the sorcery alive, like embers in a ring of stones.
Paper thoughts
Brainstorming with Jared - on a walk through the woods.
Wrapped in wool, hugged by a giant chair • Alone with Jenny Hval and her electric toothbrush
3rdspace launch
Tea is ever the companion of philosophy • Symmetry
Sunk: until the tide goes out to leave you beached
On night walks, when the moon reflects cold, colorless light, the clouds look like moving continents, the darker sky behind them great and silent bodies of water.
Aspects of lighting
Libations before College: Drinking the most I've ever drunk. Approximately twelve ounces of miscellaneous liquors.
Menhir • Lighthouse • Vigil Stones
Faces coming out of the paper .ii
Late night. Little sleep. Good ideas brewing with friends across the water.
Faces coming out of the paper
Sneaking across a private airstrip : beholding the clouds lit by a werewolf moon.
Fog horns before the city wakes
Roaming old haunts: Steel Mill
Farewell David
Traveling into town