Clam Beach, CA
“I am flying!” my son squeals as he streaks like a cannonball past me, (more…)
Clam Beach, CA
“I am flying!” my son squeals as he streaks like a cannonball past me, (more…)
Arcata Bottoms, Arcata CA
The clouds were churning, collecting, amassing into a thick lid ready to close tight. I picked up my son from school and took a detour home. As I turned left, towards “the bottoms” I felt butterflies in my stomach. I was so excited to chase the clouds. I gave my boys, both wide-eyed in the backseat, a run down of my expectations. I wanted to photograph the clouds and maybe some farms too and I needed their cooperation. (more…)
Arcata Bottoms, Arcata CA
Churning skies warning
Bird calls heavy
Shoulder weighing silence (more…)
My son is out the door, leading the way through our neighborhood, before I can even get our front door closed. The thud of our boots, swish of my rain coat, and the swift moving creek thunders down the wash. The sound of a calm between storms surrounds us. (more…)
I once lived where rain was as reliable as the sunrise
The soft splat
Chorus of drums
Even drips
A natural orchestra conducting itself on my rooftop