If I could have a do over I’d still coax you into driving hours to spend 2 nights with me in that big yellow bus. Because even though I’d rather not know the breakdown that was to come, I learned so much that spring. •
How to make space in a small space, how to rebuild after a fire, even if it meant creating something out of nothing, how to make the most of a view muddied by the tears that came with my own choices. •
There was always the green trees and the homes made of stone, the whiskey in a coffee cup, down comforters, and windows too bright for our eyes in the early hours of the morning. The road was always going to flash by us while you were sleeping. •
There was a glaze, sweet like cinnamon that weekend, a dream of a life we could have. Streets new to us waiting for the wheels of your bicycle. Coffee shops, parks, a chair from a thrift store, everything waiting for me to put pen to paper - to keep on as your lover in this new city, that was my hope. •
But the clocks have melted and our time has come and gone. If only I had known, maybe I could have held tighter to what I’d lose control of and what would hurt. But I knew, even when I didn’t, and I still wouldn’t try to change the direction in which we went. I don’t need a new city to hold onto me, to light me up. You always knew I was a spitfire, a nova, building us up before the big burnout. •
The Redwoods part of our epic long weekend to The California boarder and back.
stayed here last night in the treehouse. This is just lone if like 12 different places to stay. Some were really up high. So much fun and really cool place.
This view was such a wonderful surprise in the morning. We went to bed enveloped in such thick fog we couldn’t see the tent next door, and then woke up to this the following day. The mountains are magical and never cease to bring about a sense of awe that you have to be ready to work hard to find.
I love how the rocks allow you to connect from lake to lake. This is what Fall would have looked like up here without the snow 😎 When I find areas like this that stimulate my senses I get into the overflow of joy zone!
INDIGENOUS PEOPLES’ DAY 2019 (U.S.)
To mark U.S. Indigenous Peoples’ Day, here is a photo of one of the Native American petroglyphs along the Ozette Triangle in Olympic National Park. The petroglyphs, estimated at 300 to 500 years old, were carved into surfside boulders by the Ozette band of the Makah Tribe, possibly in cultural collaboration with the neighboring but unrelated Quileute Tribe. The carvings include known fertility symbols and are thought to have borne relation to marriage proposals, hence the location’s current name, “Wedding Rocks.” The practice was restricted to the Ozette band and, after their removal to a reservation with others of the Makah Tribe, the practiced died out, along with all memory of its purpose. This scene is thought to depict a bride and groom. In a further demonstration of the disastrous impact of colonialization on indigenous cultures, the full-length figures in this stone panel were once nearly life size, but the boulder on which they were carved was struck by an errant buoy during a storm, severing the lower half that now lies face down and no longer visible.
Ozette Triangle, Olympic National Park, Washington (historic homeland of the Makah)
If you hike this trail, respect any petroglyphs you find and remember that they are part of the cultural heritage of the First Peoples of this place, whose homeland it remains.
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Saw many photographers this am at same place! Pretty popular destination in Bethany.
Today is #indigenouspeoplesday and I want to recognize it with a call to action! So many of us enjoy the beautiful land here in WA state and the greater Seattle area.
The Duwamish people and, more broadly, Coast Salish people have been stewards of this land since long before it was stolen from them. We all benefit from their stewardship and yet they don't receive the recognition or support that is owed to them.
RealRent Duwamish is a great way to show your support for the Duwamish community!
As copied from their website, "Real Rent calls on people who live and work in Seattle to make rent payments to the Duwamish Tribe. Though the city named for the Duwamish leader Chief Seattle thrives, the Tribe has yet to be justly compensated for their land, resources, and livelihood.
You can do something today to stand in solidarity with First Peoples of this land by paying Real Rent.
All funds go directly to Duwamish Tribal Services (DTS) to support the revival of Duwamish culture and the vitality of the Duwamish Tribe." Follow this link to learn more:
I pledge to sign up become a real renter by the end of this week and encourage you to do the same, if you are able!
Happy Thanksgiving folks! I hope all of you lovely humans had a rad weekend. I can’t say enough how thankful I am to have the freedom to explore and enjoy this island and province as much as I do. Also huge thankful warm and fuzzy vibes to all the great adventure pals that come out with me on some pretty amazing trips.
This looks like a magical fairyland! Oregon always has great surprises in store for those who seek them!
Hope your Monday has been one to remember. We’ve been having some gorgeous weather, enjoy tomorrow, for rain is coming our direction.
@alberthbyang - Fall is probably my favorite season to explore. Less heat, no mosquitos and beautiful colors. I remember hiking to this place in the dark before sunrise and didn't even realize all the fall colors around us. The moment the sunlight touches the leaves had to be one of the most magical moments I've ever felt in my life. #earthoutdoors
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// Oh, October, you’re my forever favorite. Until I can pictorially and verbally express the first week of my third decade on earth, here is a photo from October 2018!
I’m feeling ALL THE FEELS. Last week, I had the BEST weekend in New York. I saw all my closest family and friends in celebration of my 30th and my Nonno’s 85th birthday. I was struck by feelings of gratitude, nostalgia, and love. When I got back to Washington state and my apartment, I definitely felt sad. Really sad. I missed my friends and family. I still do, and always have, every day. I have a big Italian & Irish Family. We’re loud, we have our problems, but wow are we full of love and fun. I laughed so hard, cried from my heart, and spent simple quality time with the people who mean so much to me. From bonfires to movie nights, time was well spent yet too brief.
I’m holding onto this hug around my heart from loved ones as I continue moving forward through faith and self-exploration. I keep curiosity about my life’s big picture and move through hard thoughts & emotions. My heart continues striving for connection to the world and the people in my life who are deeply meaningful. Truly, I am incredibly grateful to feel SO MUCH LOVE all over the world.
To those of you who I saw in New York last weekend, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Thank you for being my rocks, my constants, and my biggest supporters. You inspire me and I can’t wait to see you again.
I’m at Rainier today so here is a picture from the last time I was here 😍 Last week lol
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Over the last month or so, on Sundays I've been sharing my favorite photos from this past decade where I went from someone who didn't own a camera to where I am now. One of the biggest changes to my photography was the addition of a drone. This has definitely changed photography and the type of photos I can get. I know some don't like drones, but when flown respectfully and legally they are amazing tools! .
Layers upon layers of the Alpine Lakes Wilderness of Washington state.
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After arriving, setting up and pressing the shutter on this frosty morning I heard a single howl from the depths of the forest nearby. 6 long seconds later a chorus answered the call of the lone voice and that was the end of this shoot 😬🏃♂️
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A morning to remember... All year long, I envision a few moments like this for Autumn; golden larch trees lit up by the brilliant morning sun. This one stands out exceptionally well as it was most likely, my last big hike for the year. I came away from this 30 mile journey with tendinitis in both of my achilles... The miles of trail this year, of which there were many, finally caught up to me. So I’ve been resting, planning my winter, and savoring the moments I had in the mountains this year. I’ll be back on the trails stronger than ever in no time but for now... Enjoy a highlight from my even shorter and sweeter Autumn.
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A waterfall, the tears of a crying forest. I stood contrasted to the highlight of the dark canyon.
From a fun day running around the gorge with @davidmrule