8.29.14

rip shoe tree

my first day on the road got me across california, through the sierra nevada and to the edge of the desert.  i woke up before dawn in falon, nv and hit the road with a mission.  when driving highway 50, the loneliest highway, i always made it a point to stop at the shoe tree.  often i would leave shoes, and every time i would stop, take photos, check in.  this morning i decided to try and get the morning light of dawn.

15 years ago on my first solo road trip from washington to colorado i had arrived at this same place at this same time and taken the best pictures i'd ever gotten of this tree.  this tree.  this tree and those photos are landmarks in the story of my life.  it was taking and later enjoying those photos that made me decide on photography as a career, it was subsequent journeys that made me realize gypsying as a calling.  it was on this highway i felt most at home, most free, and recognized myself fully.  and it was this improbable feature of the barren landscape that represented all of this perfectly.

a tree in the middle of the desert - with nothing to speak of for miles.  a 70 foot cottonwood, growing out of a wash, by a lonely highway, surrounded by sage and sand and covered - i mean covered - in shoes.  i love everything about this.  the desert, the ruggedness, the survival, the road, the romance, the symbolism.  i loved thinking about this tree.  i loved thinking about those shoes and the people that wore them; the dances they danced, the miles they walked, the places they went before ultimately meeting up in the middle of nowhere to hang on a tree in the desert.  a signpost for travelers.  a heaven for good shoes.  a trophy of a tree.

yes i've romanticized it a bit.

8.28.14

urban garden

i left early, in the fog.

8.27.14

same view, different person

I hit the ground running this morning - got up early to move my car and drove it straight to my storage unit and started sifting through things and packing them up.  After all this time (I haven't been near the place in almost two years) I kind of forgot what was in there.  I hoped it would fit in the car.

As I moved around, loaded, unloaded, packed, took the elevator up and down from car to unit I experienced this strange feeling of nostalgia.  "How could this be?"  I asked myself.  I'd only ever been here a handful of times.  It wasn't a home or a particularly nice building.  It was always a chore coming here because it meant transporting things up, down, around, in and out.  Then I realized.  I only ever came here when a great adventure was about to begin.  I came here before setting out on the road, before going to New Zealand, upon my return, on trips either from or to Humboldt, or long drives across the desert; always on my way to something grand.

This time was no exception, except this time - I was never coming back.  I felt it in my bones and the moment I got here; San Francisco was not my home anymore or ever again.  It was bittersweet in that way that only good memories can be.  And that bittersweetness extended to my storage unit.  My days as an adventurer have changed shape.

With my headlamp and a giant coffee I worked away until the afternoon when sanity demanded that I take a break.  Then I decided to spend too much on lunch at my favorite sushi spot and go for my favorite walk in my old neighborhood.  

The Presidio is just as beautiful and lovely as ever - although a bit busier.   I reminisced as I walked, about the time when the whole block was still abandoned and falling apart and no one ever came out there - a whole forest in the city all to ourselves.  My feet carried me naturally over the old trails they knew so well.  I didn't even have to think about where I was headed.  Until I got to the cliffs above Baker Beach and.... something was very different.  I usually hopped the fence, walked down through a forest and got to the bunker using a secret trail.  This time I couldn't figure out where to hop the fence at first because - the forest was gone.  They cut down all those beautiful cypress trees above the beach.  

This saddened me.... alot.  A plaque informed me that it was for native reforestation efforts, which I support.  But those trees were so beautiful!  For a hundred years or more they were so beautiful.  And the protection and secrecy they offered was gone.  No more secret trail, alot more tourists.  

Luckily my other favorite secret spot was still there, still hidden away, mostly undiscovered and still offered this amazing view..... 

Goodbye San Francisco!  Goodbye unit 2106! 

8.26.14

leaving mountain standard

Northern Nevada:  a whole lot of nothing, a little bit weird.

8.25.14

southwestern wyoming

After four years of floating around with not much more than a backpack, or car-full of stuff, I'm finally going out to San Francisco and closing my storage unit.  It's not a social visit, but a stuff mission; the last step needed to officially close this chapter of my life and begin another.  I'm going alone, which feels appropriate - one more solo gypsy trip across the desert with a car packed full of random stuff. 

8.24.14

 

massive food prep day

8.23.14

the roses are back

8.22.14

becoming

i'm not sure what these are becoming but i'll keep you posted.

8.21.14

turning

8.20.14

 

darlings

8.19.14

sunny days

8.18.14

 

hiking with my buddy

8.17.14

 

grape jame

this stuff is like crack.  it is so so so so good.  i used this recipe.

8.16.14

grape harvest day

8.15.14

favorite corner

8.14.14

almond cherry pancake day

1 1/2 cups of almond meal
1/2 cup flour
1 tsp baking powder
2 eggs
1 cup of milk (or almond milk!)
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1 1/2 tsp almond extract
1 lb of cherries, pitted, chopped

Combine all the dry ingredients in one bowl, all the wet ingredients in another, then pour the liquids into the dry ingredients and combine.  Lastly fold in the chopped cherries and let the whole thing settle for a minute or two.  The batter should be a bit runny, if it's too thick add more milk.  Use a 1/4 cup to spoon the batter onto a sizzling hot, oiled, griddle.

8.13.14

happy 20 months!

already looking forward to two years. xx

8.12.14

 

wild onion

8.11.14

idea file

8.10.14

botanical gardens

8.9.14

seeds of change.  or coriander.

change change change change.  that is the name of the game.  
seasons, weather, light, people, moods, ideas, beliefs.
the things that don't bend, break.  the things that don't change are overthrown.  there is no space in this world for that which cannot evolve.  

i felt like i'd gotten pretty comfortable with that fact.  death, life, evolution.  but then a big one came again, ruffled my feathers a bit,  ripped me from what i'd been clinging to and revealed to me the places i'd started to stagnate.  it's always a beneficial thing once you get through it - but fuck is it a difficult process.

so here's an update - it's been a while.  i no longer live in costa rica, residing instead in the small and absurdly charming town of lafayette, colorado.  it's the opposite side of the rockies from where i am from and grew up - which is strange.  to be on the wrong side of such a forceful landmark, in such a wild land.  

i struggled trying to get back in the swing of things - society wise.  after being off the grid, out of the country, and gypsying around it was really uncomfortable to deal with the normalcy of traffic and workweeks, and answering phones.  i never thought about this when i set out on my journey - the diffculty of returning.  i got an office job.  i quit it two weeks later.  i no longer fit in an office.  apparently after you go out to see how big the world is you can no longer shrink back into your former dimensions.  i've stood on the edge of too many cliffs overlooking too many spectacular views.  i couldn't sit at a desk and stare at a screen again.

this realization was terrifying.  along with the realization that there isn't much in the photo industry going on around here - comparatively.  not feeling ready to start shooting weddings and family portraits i turned to my other skills.  so now i teach yoga and i work on a farm. 

as with everything in life there is both good and bad and it's a tradeoff.  we have a lovely home, but i miss our costa rican home.  i have a garden.  i've hardly left town all summer.  my family is close.  my friends are far away.  i work outside.  i make a fraction of what i once did.  you get the picture - let's focus on the good because there is alot of that:

life is lovely.  i live with the person i love the most. we have our costa rican dog, who makes me happy everyday and our good spirits. i am back in my mountains - where i feel most at home and most alive and i've been exploring them all summer, probably more than i ever have.  i eat nothing but delicious, organic locally grown vegetables.  i see my dad all the time.  i have regular yoga students again and am going through the uniquely, rewarding process of building a relationship with them.  i am working on some big projects to be unfolding over the next year or so.

life - in other words - is moving right along.

i miss you.  

i found this quote today.  it seemed fitting.

"for a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone.  the shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes.  to someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction."

~cynthia occelli

8.8.14

dreamcather

8.7.14

or are you just happy to see me?

8.6.14

putting up

after dipping a toe into the pickling pool i've decided to dive in headfirst!  marsha shared her delicious and magical dilly bean recipe with me.  it was a great success.

8.5.14

almost ready

8.4.14

 

saddle rock

8.3.14

quick pickle

with such bounty around here i'm making forays into food preservation.  i used gwyneth's bread and butter pickle recipe from her cookbook "it's all good".

i love that book and recommend it.  lot's of delicious, clean eating recipes. 

8.2.14

 

bounty

i know i focus on the flowers, but my veggie garden is pretty damn gorgeous.

8.1.14

arapahoe ridge.  indian peaks wilderness area

this was the best hike of the summer.  we got an early start and the trail to ourselves; woke up wandering through the most amazing display of wildflowers i've ever seen, came across an elk mama, made our way up towards timberline in swirling mists.  we were both silent for at least an hour - it really felt like hiking into another world.  i'm posting the most pictures so far - there are so many good ones!

What is Wilderness?

The Wilderness Act defines Wilderness as....

7.31.14

 

thriving

if you know me you know how happy this makes me.  it's come a long fucking way.

7.30.14

 

flowers and fennel

This corner reminds me of Terra Joy.