Fog and snow in the Santiam

Santiam Forest

We reach an impasse in the failing light and choose a bend to pitch our tent and table above the foggy valley floor.

It’s nighttime now and with the icy logging roads behind us, I uncap the Old Crow to heat my stomach and blow life into the gasping fire against the rain and rivers of mist that flow through the hills and swallow us whole.

Icy road

The flames begin to gather and grow hot against the frigid night, vaporizing raindrops back up to their other being, adding with our breath. We draw our chairs closer to the fire and talk. Bringing us back into our bubble, words straining at the darkness in electric fingers of light.

Night lasts long outside and by morning we are ready to return to warmth. Thankful for a presence with the calm.

–JY

HebahType

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Rain in a redgrey sky

It’s been hot here. And dry. Strange words in the Northwest.

But the Wet is never far away.

I’m drawn outside to the first patter of rain, the faint knocking of a long-missed friend, feeling the warm clammy drops of rain on skin.

The downspout begins to creak its metal-water warcry. Drip. Drops connecting, weeping together, a rivulet. A stream.

Green leaves unfurl beneath cloudy skies and the promise of a healthy soak.

Gregory, the Garden Guardian

I look at Gregory, the rescue lion turned guardian of my garden.

I found him sitting on the edge of a dumpster, one step away from an early grave. He’s actually a broken clock, but he fit nicely over the gap in my fence, thereby finding his new home and purpose.

I’m a little obsessed with gardening. The earthiness of it. The satisfaction of growing, sustaining, and mutually benefiting from each other’s attentions.

It’s a form of meditation on the present and a calming way to be productive after hectic hours spent working.

It’s not the act of traveling great distances. It’s a travel through time.

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Flight to Cordova

Ice Flows

Ice flows – Flight to Cordova

Fujifilm X20
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The Crystal Ballroom

The Crystal Ballroom

human-shaped

shadows.

fading threads

of light.

A glow,

then gone.

 

 

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Grey over Alsea Bay

Bridge over Alsea Bay

Salt and seabirds early morning,

monolithic grey.

Looming, in the glowing shade.

 

(Leica mini-zoom | Kodak Ektar 100)

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The Pacific Northwest

Verdant

I’ve found myself boomeranged back to my beginning. Or nearly the beginning.

But it is only natural, I suppose, to prefer what you’re used to.

So, here I am in the Oregon Spring, breathing easy as the sun plays tag with the clouds.

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The Origins of a Good Conversation.

agoodconversation

Some film photos of my time in New York City.

“One person seeks a midwife for his thoughts, another seeks to act as midwife. The origins of a good conversation.”

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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OR-CA: A West Coast Road Trip [Video]

I finally got around to putting together some of the footage from James and I’s road trip from Oregon to California, making me a little homesick for the West Coast… Hope you enjoy.

OR-CA from J. William Young on Vimeo.

A simple collection of shots we took on our two week road trip from Oregon to California and back again.

Major Stops:
-Freshwater Lagoon
-Sutro Baths
-LA Area
-SD Area
-Salton Sea
-Joshua Tree National Park
-Yosemite National Park

Music: "Black Water" by Timbre Timbre
Filmed by: Jon and James
Edited by: Jon

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