Catching the Breeze

{Blurs, flashes of light, and color saturation}

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.