In the Eastern WA farm lands there are periodic stands of trees, lined up like soldiers in a narrow wing formation. They are pretty striking in the middle of vast open space. I imagine that is the point, all that open space and nothing to slow winds and fire. Fire breaks. At least that's my take for now. This wonderful old truck was nestled into the base of them earlier this spring. The working, wood panel sided truck, in Real Life, is deep green.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
There are places we return to in our lives, over and over again. Carmel Mission is one of those returning places for me. Father Serra's room remains in it's simplicity. The architecture of this time period always feels familiar and safe to me. I like to revisit old places; in person, in memory, in photo.