Unisonic

When I photograph the nature

I become endless

I see all the forms interconnected

and get a strong sense of belonging …

Where my step ends

the muddy footprint fills with water

Where my bare skin turns to sun

the crisp breeze whistles by and takes the lead

Where the sky’s reflection melts into the leaves on the bottom of the stream

Where the music I perceive has no notation, yet I know the beat and quietly hum the refrain

Where I is completely intertwined and

wants to dissolve here

and forever exist in this perfect symbiosis of Love

lost in poppies, Amoreira, Portugal

before sunrise in Maine

old growth Vancouver island (self-portrait)

Van’n’tea - a day in life

Today, according to the maps we crossed the border to Portugal. We ended up driving a dirt road amongst olive groves and sheep into a small eucalyptus forest where we could hide from those who draw those lines named borders and the world felt good and sweet here …

I put the doormat down on the grass in front of the sliding door of the van, this was our home now.

We walked out in the evening, to stretch our legs after a days drive. Slowly wading down the path amongst the trees, lined up with wild lavender and variety of little flowers. We stopped where the path split and watched a herd of horses out in the meadow in the sunset.

I thought to myself “if you ask me now, what do I want to be when I grow up, the answer would be Tarzan” I wish I knew that when I was little …