8.03.2011

some days work feels like work, right? but other days, work is just pure fun and oh so satisfying.

monday started out picking backyard cherries with two of my favorite boys in the world (one man, one dog). then my job was to drive through the beautiful flathead valley, photographing for the next issue of butterflies and anvils. stopping at roadside stands along the big, blue flathead lake to eat and shoot big, luscious flathead cherries. after photographing many cherry orchards and quaint towns along the lake, i headed back to missoula to see my students and give one of my favorite lectures about the business side of art. a wonderful day and i am thankful for what i do.






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talking with you.
about the state of the world.
and where we fit in.
crunching leaves...


...
moving through. simply.


.....
airplane graveyard.
you stand among the ruins.
delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed.
motionless. burned out wings.
not knowing if the remains are yours.
injured girl.
rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair.
sun flare obscures your face and shoulder.
but you remain.
a giant among the battered pieces.
of this airplane graveyard.
and your world.

once we were best friends. without even knowing.
it's your turn to turn off the light.

once we were alike. without even knowing.
watching thunderstorms on the patio.

once we were confidantes. without even knowing.
we didn’t know what secrets were.

once we were happy. without even knowing.
that goodness meant we were together.



grow
. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.

grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.

grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.

grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.

grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.

grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.

grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.

grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.

grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.

grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.

grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.

grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.

grow. i whispered. did i hear it? i am sure.

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