U.S. / Pacific NW-based photographer, writer, traveler & nature lover. Fujifilm XT-1❤️. Visit me ⤵️
Sunset over Summerset.
The top of a parking garage isn’t exactly where I’d like to be shooting today’s sunrise, but it’s a good lesson in finding beauty in the “everyday.”
Blue prelude to a sunset.
Winter sunset over Tiger Mountain in the Cascade foothills.
It’s always a miracle to me when I find flowers in bloom during our long months of dark, cold, rainy days.
“In my experience, birds are as fine and appropriate a lens through which to assimilate life as anything else. A list of the birds one has seen can unspool a ribbon of detail, the chance occurrences that create our singular lives, the minutiae that might be lost in the clutter were it not for this unique kind of record . . . ”
–Lyanda Lynn Haupt, ‘Rare Encounters with Ordinary Birds’
Truly remarkable creatures, humming birds…I’m freezing yet covered head-to-toe in warm winter clothing. He’s shielded by little more than a few feathers and a stunningly high metabolism. I’m glad he was able to bask in the sun for a bit—he’s certainly earned it.
Winter sunlight on this small patch of moss and lichen caught my eye...so lovely.
“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
“The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off - and they are nearly always doing it.”
–Frances Hodgson Burnett, ‘The Secret Garden’
I rarely indulge in posting selfies, but I wanted to share how much I’ve enjoyed my photographic adventures with my husband (@msladekphoto) over the last year. I’m looking forward to 2018 and another year of loving and growing together, as a couple and in our creative lives.
“and dreaming about things in the past and the future - the timelessness of the rocks and the hills - all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.”