January 5, 2009

there is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is a rapture on the lonely shore,
there is society, where none intrudes,
by the deep sea, and music in its roar:
i love not man the less, but nature more,
from these our interviews, in which I steal
from all I may be, or have been before,
to mingle with the Universe, and feel
what i can never express, yet can not all conceal.

~lord byron

this poem found me last night, two glasses of wine in the belly, and under my covers. it excited me, reminding me of my experiences with nature in solitude - the joy of seeing the earth's face in a new light, the hopes of visiting it's mysterious terrains, and the thrill of exploring plummiting deapths and comforting burrows.

durring my walks in colorado i saw the earth asleep, in a quiet white slumber. i walked down roads and paths leaving a trail that was soon covered by freshly fallen snow. i stood as still as i could in the vast whiteness, under towering pines - naked as a skeleton, and i was careful to not make a move, but my stiltedness was no match for the frozen nature that surrounded me. it moved me. i wanted to know this feeling forever, so i took 1000 pictures of everything i could see...

and still it wasn't enough.

Yashica A Model. 6x6 120vc Kodak Film. Low Light - Heavy Snow.


  1. hey, i was randomly browsing flickr, i think i found your picture in the interestingness section, and in a way i am really bummed out that I missed out on seeing your old photographs because I love your new ones, but it also made me feel awesome that i get to follow your pictures in whatever direction you might be heading now.
    loving everything i've seen so far!

    and you're from orlando! i wish i knew people that took photographs as well as you when I lived there.

    Good stuff!

  2. Thank you for the poem and photographs. I find your blog a source of magic in my day.