a midwesterner in the pnw. this is my public eye. a little slice of what my life is filled with, & things i think are beautiful, to see how time passes. i want to share my experience as a writer, a filmmaker, a photographer, and a reeling confecting affectioner. maybe it is entertaining & worth wild for you, maybe it isn't. don't worry i do take it personally - but still love you. long live prefontaine, morrison, kerouac, & mr lincoln.
I take my shoes off and sigh. Flex and spread my toes into air. Empty the glass and clink it down. Exit the tile for carpet and slide into wool and wait for the sheets and air around me to warm. Some nights I miss you more than others.
Red rocks meld your soul into sunshine like seeing friends in a city not your own. :) love. Hope. That is all. @campfir @nylicuc @lafrijola you were missed slice @wilkristin
(at Red Rocks Park & Amphitheatre)
At long last my eyes graced and grazed - subdued by level plain lands - now like a dream clear beam of sky - the westward horizon is broken across salty bay waters by none other - The Olympic Mountains - the truth of welcome home. (at Olympia, WA)
Conductor Bill. “my job is great.” … “yes ma’am a splitting to Seattle and Portland. First door on the left top Seattle.” …,”yeah it’s a pretty good job, see plenty of land.” “cool” - me (at Spokane Intermodal Center (Amtrak & Greyhound Depot))