“What is most surreal thing you’ve ever seen?”


I don’t know. But I can tell you what the most surreal thing I’ve seen this weekend is.

We had an ice storm Saturday and it was crazy weird.  In the evening we heard trees cracking and limbs hitting the ground. Some of them came perilously close to cars in our parking lot.  The sound of the trees limbs cracking off of trees in the night was very surreal

When we woke up everything was encased in ice.





I took out my camera and snapped a few black and white film photos. When I was outside I heard ice and tree limbs crumbling to the ground. It was actually quite terrifying! I shot a video before I went back inside.

Today we are back to rain and all the snow has melted. It was fun and exciting while it lasted.



Think Global, Act Local

Photography, Writing

“Think Global, act local.” Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one.


My take on this is different from what is probably meant by the author of this prompt. Hopefully it won’t seem shallow. On the surface it might seem that way but I believe there is something very profound going on. It is hard for me to express exactly what that is at this point. I think the idea is still percolating inside of me.

Before I go on I need to say that I do believe in the classic sentiment of “Think global, act local.” I believe that it is important to do your part to make sure our world is livable for future generations. It can be an overwhelming endeavor and sometimes I don’t really even know where to start. Throwing that glass bottle in the recycling bin feels so empty when I look up at Mt. Hood and see the lack of snow on it in the summer (when 20 years ago there was so much more of it). It feels like my small act does nothing. I am told that it does, but it’s hard for me to see that. But I do believe very much in the spirit of this statement and I will continue to do my part.

Ok, with that out-of-the-way, here is what instantly bubbles to the surface of my gray matter when I read this statement:

The film photography community.

It took me awhile to realize there was a global community of film photographers. I kept seeing this “believeinfilm” tag on everything but didn’t really think anything of it. Eventually I figured it out and started connecting with people. These connections continue to grow everyday and it seems like it has taken on a life of it’s own. It’s amazing. I am meeting really incredible (and creative) people all over the planet. And they are good people! Good souls. I feel like I have found my tribe, if that makes any sense at all. For the first time in my life I feel like I fit in somewhere. I have never felt this before. I have always been the square peg trying to fit into a round hole.

I think about the fact that this is such a far reaching global community of people. I am kind of blown away by this when I think about it. Only in this day and age could this happen, thanks to the internet and social media. The internet has brought this group of people all over the world together. How incredible. I think about the fact that I can have a real time conversation with somebody on the other side of the globe and it blows my mind. I’m sure that this is because I am old enough to know what things were like before the internet, so I can appreciate the technology. I imagine this is how people felt when the telephone was invented :). But not only can I converse with one person I can converse with groups of people who live in far reaching corners of the world. This is the part that is really cool, I think. I often have dreams about Twitter and FB. In my dreams Twitter is this really cool house party and I am hanging out with all of my Twitter friends and having a great time.

I think this global community is a beautiful thing. We are people who are drawn together by an interest – film photography, and we support each other in our creative endeavors. Instead of tearing each other down we support each other. How awesome is that? Why can’t the rest of the world be like that?

When a group of people are supporting each other in a positive way globally it affects an individual on a local level. Because of my positive interactions with my film photography friends I go out into the “real world” and spread that positivity around to others around me. And maybe some of this positivity will help me feel less overwhelmed about my small part in taking care of the planet too.

Because love is a recursive function. When you give it it multiplies and spreads out in ways we don’t even see.

Note: The photo above is from my first film swap with Brendan from Aware of the Void. I think these film swaps play into these thoughts that I have on this global connection, but I will write more about that in a later post.  You can see more film swap photos here

Raspberries in the garden on a hot summer day


I downloaded WordPress’s free e-book 365 writing prompts and thought it would be fun to blog some of the things that I write from that book. Here is the entry for Jan 18th. 

Free Association:
Write down the first words that come to mind when we say ….home…soil…rain. Use those words in the title of your post.

The first thing that comes  to mind was my dad’s garden at my childhood home. In my mind this garden was huge because I was a small child when I lived there. My three siblings and I were enlisted to work in it over the summer pulling weeds. I didn’t like the work and complained, as children do. But I have very strong memories of that soil, digging in it, running my hands through it.

Rain played no part in this, unfortunately. The Pacific Northwest is infamous for it’s rain. However there is also high desert in the Pacific Northwest on the Eastern part of Washington and Oregon. This is where I grew up. Summers were hot and very dry. The soil was dry and we spent a good deal of time using sprinklers (which I also remember running through to cool off).

For some reason this particular moment stands out from all of the others. I think about it all the time:
I am 6 or 7 years old. It is a hot summer day and I am alone in the garden. I am standing in the raspberry bushes and I am eating every raspberry that I can find on the bush and enjoying them immensely. It wasn’t just the raspberries though. It was enjoying the solitude. I am not sure if anyone even knew where I was. I might have been hiding. I think I liked that I could hide away in the raspberry bush and enjoy eating them in complete solitude for a moment. I had this place to myself and I was happy.