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.
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.
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.
A simple collection of shots we took on our two week road trip from Oregon to California and back again.
-Joshua Tree National Park
-Yosemite National Park
Music: "Black Water" by Timbre Timbre
Filmed by: Jon and James
Edited by: Jon
From our window it was simply a minor nuisance, a storm that lasted a day.
But for those in low-lying areas and oceanside boroughs it was anything but, and the damage Sandy caused will take weeks — if not
months years – to clean up and repair. Other areas, such as the New Jersey shoreline, will never be the same.
As I walked south through Manhattan the streets grew dark and quiet. Here and there someone would be rolling a suitcase or walking their dog. Occasionally an ambulance would come wailing by, a sharp contrast to the unusual silence that had settled over the streets. The click of my shutter an audible distraction as I took photos of the aftermath — from 60th and Amsterdam to SoHo and back. NOTE: For information on how to help the relief efforts, click here.