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Lost

3/25/2018

Within the mountains and the lakes, get lost. Find a trail. Follow it. Leave it behind. Wander. Let the mountains and lakes be your compass.

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Unfurl

3/18/2018

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Featuring: banthehyphen

There's a spot. On a mountain. Here, on a clear Oregon day, the spread of the Pacific lays out in front of you. Stand, stare. The wrinkles in your heart start to unfurl.

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Snow Spring

2/22/2018

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I went for a walk in the snow, and I met Spring.

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Sparkling Globules

2/4/2018

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On a sunny day, in a snowy park, submit yourself to the enchanted effervescence of sparkling globules.

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Eavesdrop

12/31/2017

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When you get to eavesdrop on a conversation between water and rocks, you listen without interrupting.

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My favourite place in Eugene is the Japanese-American Internment Memorial Garden. After living in DC for 12 years, a city littered with memorials and monuments, this almost seems serendipitous. However, the reasons I'm drawn to it, are the intricate detail and relatable design. But, more than that, within the PNW's white utopic origins, I love this commemoration to a non-white population

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Burst

11/5/2016

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A cold grey morning, wrapped in a sheet of rain, unfurls into this burst of colour.

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Crater Lake

9/24/2016

When, seven and a half thousand years ago, Mount Mazama collapsed, in its caldera, came and rested a piece of sky.

Enchanted

9/18/2016

Away from the everydayness of plastic and concrete, lie wooded trails. Carpeted and towering, these old conifers invite us into their magical abode. Amble through, and listen. The secrets of the forest tumble out, 'wish-a wish-a...'

Gushing Silence

4/22/2016

I sit on a damp rock looking at the water falling. As it pours into the emerald pool below, the gentle splish-splash fills my senses. I watch, mesmerized, as the water navigates the rocks creating ephemeral shapes. I could stay here in this gushing silence for hours, letting the tranquil mist cloak me.