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in other words // hope

“i’m soft, i dream too. i let myself dream… it could happen. i’m ready. i’ve watched snails climb over ten foot walls and vanish.” -bukowski, “on the continent” the undisciplined tongue blogbukowskicoloradodenverdreamsgoalshopenaturephotographypoetryquoteswomenwriting

love my lens // baby

on wednesday, after a mere 20 inches of snow blanketed denver in the most glorious way, the storm broke, and as if by some deep and primal calling, we all emerged from our warm cocoons and into the wilds.  i took out one of my all time favorite camera accessories: my lensbaby.  true love. the…

the hunger

fierce is the longing for my home place, an intangible ache marrow-deep. shaped by her fields and her bayous, her mysteries and misfits and beasts. borne of her soil, married to her seasons, my rhythms shift and change in her absence. her likeness haunts me, ablaze in the kaleidoscope of colors at sundown or the song…

freedom

i’ve always marveled at birds on a wire. envious how they float just above this rational world. do they mourn our cluttered lives? are they saddened by our cages? outraged at our tail-chasing? the undisciplined tongue birdsblogcoloradodenverfreedommile high citynaturephotographypoetrytruthwomenwriting

light in the heart

do i alone dream of being luminous? vibrant and tender and open to the richest depths. with no purpose save for radiating beauty and a quiet, effortless grace that offers a brief respite from the crowded mess. unearthing things and unfolding them softly into the world. the undiscovered regions and the hopes and fears that petrify. no…

in other words // roots

“are we misled by the fact that we move freely on the earth and are not rooted to it in the same way as trees to the ground or fingers to the hand?” -alan watts, cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown the undisciplined tongue alan wattsblogfreedommississippiphotographyquotestravelwomen

colorado love affair

  i have a requited love for colorado.  i belong here.  i feel like i’ve lived thousands of years and thousands of lives here. and that’s not true of every place i’ve called home.  i knew some were temporal. but not this one. on any given day, i can open any one of my maps,…