I have been busy catching my life in spills and splashes.
Weddings are intersections: realizing who we know and the stories we have in common (Doesn't it always come down to stories?)
I got to see four hands' worth of friends across North Carolina. I am amazed at how much wider they have made my life.
To be a person among people is the most satisfying existence...
I woke up shivering in the mornings in Boone. Feeling the cold again is fantastic! I spent a year in a Honduran summer, and I am ready for a winter. I stood out one evening at Moses Cone Park near Boone, watching the mountains soak up the darkness. The sky stood a shade apart from the mountains, moving towards monotone. There are 3 terraces, rising from one another with rock walls. I have a history in this place, running around the trails, slipping through gnarled barbed-wire fences, reading with a sweater in the cold chills of midterms.
It gives me a feeling that everything is about to change, to drift, to go head-first into winter...
I hate using natural images all the time, but sometimes they are all I have. Yesterday I was shooting some photos around abandoned factories in Chattanooga, and thought that they had the grandiosity of mountains, the peril, the ancient decay. For now, they are what I have.