While hiking, I had the most beautiful, open conversation with Claudio, both of us struggling to converse in the other’s native tongues, but nevertheless trying our best. Between my broken Italian, his (fabulous imo) English, and both our expressive gestures, we talked about politics, life, future goals, and the environment. To this day I can’t quite remember every word that passed between us, but I can remember the fulfilling, entirely uplifting weight in my heart and soul. It was unlike any conversation I ever had, and probably will ever have. There was no way to try and bullshit each other; we didn’t have the ability to even try.
What I do also remember, though again more the feeling then the physical words, was learning about a site of ruins we came across on our hike. Hearing Claudio speak so deeply about the history of these hills, a place where he grew up as a young boy and later worked to bring supplies to other likeminded people, was an experience in and of itself. Read More
Last month on our way back to Wisconsin, mom and I drove through Badlands National Park. I don’t have enough words to express how otherworldly it felt to be out in the true middle of nowhere, hardly more than two or three cars around us. Read More
Though it’s October (almost November) in the Pacific Northwest, my grandfather continues to cultivate the loveliest garden. Currently, his zinnias are in bloom and they’re splashed about the backyard like a wild watercoloring of summer. No rain or grey clouds can take away from their vibrant colored petals.
Just like him, my mother also has a touch of the gardening witchcraft in her veins. She attempted to pass these skills down to me, but let’s just say I work best with wildflowers (aka, minimum workload) species. Read More
What's funny is that fifteen minutes before going outside, my brother was remarking about all the mosquito bites he had. Apparently I wanted half a dozen as well, and they were gifted to me when I headed outside to snap a few photos of the neighbor's tree and my mom's garden.
By the time the last of the evening sunlight had disappeared behind the eve of the house, I had about five bug bites and counting. But it was completely worth it to catch these delicate little blossoms before a strong gust whisked them away. Now the sun is just about gone and the clouds look like tie-dyed cotton candy stretched across the sky. Read More
This afternoon was a perfect day for walking around the neighborhood and photographing the flowering trees. After weeks of snow and rain, it was lovely to finally see the sun and beautiful workings of spring.
I took Louie around, both for a good walk, and to snap pictures of the trees. We're about to start a seven-day rain stretch so I knew I wanted to get out quick. I'm absolutely in love with how fast everything has grown and greened and bloomed. Read More