Paintings & Paella

My aunt and uncle own an art studio down in Aloha, OR. They lived in Hawaii for 25 years, which makes their current town a well suited place for them to create beautiful works of art. I try to visit them a few times a year, and when I do, I always document the new work they're creating.

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What a beauty.

What a beauty.

Westport

There is a slow itch that starts to build under my skin. The need to be outside. It's not until I drag myself into the woods that I finally feel content and calm. Westport was beautiful, cold, and quiet. There's a different kind of summer in the northwest. The air is damp and crisp. The wind bites at your ankles. Never too hot. Never too cold. Always just right.

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Charleston

My lovely sister graduated college earlier this year, so we took an extended vacation in Charleston for the week.

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Vancouver

Adventuring around Vancouver last September.


Richmond Night Market


Capilano Suspension Bridge

Camping

I’ve never been camping. I was in Girl Scouts forever ago, but we slept in sleeping bags in a well constructed cabin. There were bathrooms. We deep fried doughnuts over a little Coleman propane stove. It was a weekend of me and my ten year old peers complaining about bugs.

This last weekend still included complaining about bugs, but it was a small price to pay for finally getting off the grid. I have previously dismissed the fact that I was so plugged into technology. My mind was tired from going, going, going. I didn't realized this until I completely, and abruptly, stopped.

It wasn't like I was doing anything all that important. I sat in a camp chair on a river for hours and stared out at the water. I made fires. I cooked simple, honest food. I read a book about trout fishing and explored the forest. Everything seemed clearer and slower.

I simply allowed myself to be.