It is a gift to witness life unfolding

all its mystery 

each surprise a new way to know love

Thank you, Katie.

Birth and death. 

Growth and decay.

Solitude and connection.

Giving and receiving. 

Choices and exchange.

Life. 

Happy birthday, dear Nanette.

I drove to Moulton Falls alone. The water levels at the falls were unusually high. 

I met Deb (David e.b.) along the trail with his grandson Jim, and Jim’s two friends from a fraternity at University of Washington. Deb owns a vineyard in the Yacolt area, and has lived there for over 40 years. They led me to the falls when I was a bit turned around. We traipsed through the water soaked trails and tried to keep our socks dry. Jim told me about studying for a business degree in the hopes of inheriting his dad’s security company, and shared that he’s also a portrait photographer as a hobby.

We parted ways on the way back as I stopped to make photographs. 

I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy stepping into new places for a look.