10.9.17

snowday

10.4.17

fall swim

10.2.17

 

reflecting

"guns.  i grew up with guns.  i grew up in very small town america; norwood, colorado.  in fifth grade we were required to take a hunter's safety course.  so at the age of ten we went out in the fields around town with targets and weapons and learned to lock, load and shoot pistols, rifles, shotguns, semi-automatic weapons.  the rifle being the most memorable to me at the time.  i loved it.  i was an excellent shot.

i am a gun owner.  i am a native born coloradoan from deep, deep in the heart of nra country.  i believe in our right to bear arms.  i believe that fully automatic assault rifles should be illegal.  i believe insane people should be unable to own weapons.  i believe that we can all sit back and wait on a nice long background check before taking our guns home from the gun show.  i don't believe the 2nd amendment and gun control have be mutually exclusive.  i don't believe someone should be unchecked in their ability to purchase and stockpile enough heavy artillery to massacre people.  

there is a lot of mythology we grow up with regarding guns, our 2nd ammendment and gun legislation.  but here's a fact: norwood, colorado has a population of 572 as of 2016.  527 were injured and 59 killed in vegas yesterday.  if an entire town of people - say for example my entire town of norwood - were injured or killed, would anything change?  would there be any change to gun legislation?  would we protect other towns?  will we protect future victims?  my heart breaks because i'm afraid the answer is no."

10.01.17

leaf peeping adventure

9.30.17

levity & gravity

9.29.17

john arrives day

9.28.17

turning. in.

9.27.17

gold season

9.26.17

autumns kind child

"i awoke from a dream about trimming, and trim scenes, and the golden glow of adventure and misogyny.  a bunch of women, kept sometimes literally in a tower, working for a man.  the good old days.  there we worked, day in, day out, cut off from the outside world.  testing our patience, our courage, our livers, our minds, until the leaves turned gold and the air grew chilly.  we worked and worked until pumpkins came, until it snowed, until we couldn't work another day.  then - freedom!  giant stacks of cash and freedom to go wherever, to be your own guide.  to leave town and never look back; until the next season.  

it's fall here now, so the hills have infiltrated my subconscious.

last night we slept with the windows shut.  the air is much cooler and the leaves are turning and falling. but fall in this world just isn't as exciting as fall in that other."

9.25.17

camp elevation

9.24.17

nurture & nourish retreat day 3

9.23.17

 

nurture & nourish retreat day 2

dharma means; the root, to uphold, to support, that which nourishes, that which sustains.  so to truly nourish ourselves mind, body and soul we have to address our root - our dharma or purpose.  this doesn't have to be one single task which we devote our entire life to - although for some it may be.  it might be something that nourishes our soul and lights up our path by bringing us to who we are like singing or hiking.  

this is why we practice tuning into the energy of the heart.  without being able to truly feel and listen to the heart we miss our own desires that push us towards our dharma.

9.5.15

i'm on a mountain!

“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.” 

~J. Kerouac 

More than one photo today!

10.17.14

happy trails

10.6.14

 

shoulder season

10.3.14

we all fall down

9.12.14

 

too cold for fall

sometimes farming is really uncomfortable guys.

9.10.14

mums

11.18.13

lightening day

10.30.13

 

                                                                                                   dia -> phx

i'm overdosing on autumn!   
oh autumn, you always remind me of exploring tennessee with debra, hiking the blue ridge mountains with devin and ben, riding in georgia with mikey - on our way to an avett brothers show (when they still played kick drums and were numbered only 3).
no other season is so vivid and nostalgic.  the bright crisp slant of your sunlight never fails to bring back memories of certain moments in cities and countrysides filled with costumes, friends, coziness, spice and harvest, pumpkins, richness, and madness.  all my favorite things are autumn things.