music yo - Local Natives: Camera Talk

"I tried to tell about the night and the difference between the night and the day and how the night was better unless the day was very clean and cold and I could not tell it; as I cannot tell it now. But if you have had it you know."

- Hemingway

A Farewell to Arms

i miss drives along the coast. the landscape seen from the passenger seat. sitting motionless, cross-legged as water, sky, sky birds, trees, fog, and mountains jump smoothly from frame to frame.

And nothing's going to take Your praise out of my mouth.

the most beautiful

Makah reservation, Neah Bay, Washington

only drops - Olympic National Park, Washington

Pai, Thailand

pai, thailand

swing while you eat.

after reading about yak butter tea in national geographic a few months ago, i've been wanting to try it. a little overhyped in my opinion, 

but this masala chai was divine.

this rice paddy was right beside the guesthouse,

this time last year

the drive to your house seemed long. there was always traffic even at hours when the streets should be lonely. i swore one day i’d get into a wreck on the 520. it was easy to get distracted with the water glittering in an endless daze. the mountains crashing into the sky. when it would rain, my distraction mounted. the drops seemed to be exploding from the lake. the water shivered. lights from the bridge slid in warmth down to the water. i loved that bridge. loved that such a pretty thing linked my part of town to yours. when my friends came to visit, i’d drive out of my way to show them the floating bridge. when i’d get off work, it would be somewhere between 3 and 4 in the morning. my whole body would be tired. i would turn the radio on loud to keep from falling asleep. even at 4 a.m. kexp played good music. i didn’t mind the drive really. when i’d get to your house, the leaves would be whipping in the wind. wet, they’d cling to my arms and legs. the car door would inevitably be snatched from my hands and slam shut. i’d walk up your stairs, let myself in, and the feeling of coming home would hit me hard. i would smile to myself as i took off my shoes in the dark. 

any other fragile and precious thing

Friendships are fragile things and require just as much care in handling as any other fragile and precious thing. - Randolph S. Bourne

Friendships, like marriages, are dependent on avoiding the unforgivable. - John D. MacDonald

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired. - Robert Southey

my kids are crazy

and i love that about them.

P. Ohlen, what's snug as a bug in a rug?

Joy, Sammy, and Hannah

Gideon and Ben in the back, me, Debbie, and Rachel up front

Rachel holding Debbie, and Ben's little face in the corner

typical

you're right Han, a box makes a great car

Song for a Friend

by Vedera - This band never gets old to me. 

does she linger in the air

that follows you home each day?

do you ever stop and stare at yourself

for traces of her?

can a picture bring some comfort

where a song melody leaves off?

is she silently rocking you to sleep?

cause I hope and I pray

I'll see a bit of that light

in my world today

cause it would be an injustice not to see

that kind of love

live on

what kept your eyes up -

kept your world from falling?

darkness chokes, but you found a way out

may I say your words are insight

something unique

hold on my friend she's rocking you out of here

cause I hope and I pray

I'll see a bit of that light

in the world today

cause it would be an injustice not to see

that kind of love

we sing out

we sing out

we sing out

we sing out

cause i hope and i pray 

i'll see a bit of that light

in the world today

we sing out

it would be an injustice not to see

that kind of love

that kind of love

neighborhood ruffians