I just returned from Portland on Tuesday, a weekend trip filled with family, mostly, and not an insignificant amount of wine.
I took a few photos while I was there of the beautiful country—and the wineries, of course.
It was relaxing and fun. I got to read a book and a half, and see cousins and aunts and uncles I haven’t seen for years, and unplug for a little while.
These grasses abound. The nectar of the gods fills those golden barrels to the brim.
King's voice, moved in moments of passion, is a constant reminder to remain vigilant. My photos from the Martin Luther King Historic Site in Atlanta + speeches.
A photo essay of our weekend trip to Denver, CO. Mountainscapes, graffiti art, the Botanic Gardens, and the Carousel of Happiness.
ASHEVILLE, N.C. — July 3rd. Our slow-rolling arrival in Asheville is heralded by curvy two-lane highways through forested foothills. In the gullets of mountain tunnels we breathe incandescent yellow darkness; in the sunlight, fresh mountain air.