Wednesday, September 23, 2009

I went to Yellowstone once.

Keeping up with uploading photos, adding them here and writing about them is not the most difficult task, but I sure do seem to make it appear that way with how not-often I update this here webpage.

I went on a northern tour in August, from Jackson Hole to Targhee back to Jackson Hole up to Yellowstone over to Cody up to Billings Montana, then west to Bozeman and Missoula and finally Seattle. That was my two weeks prior to Burning Man, just to place some dates around when all this occurred.

I had only one day to spend in Yellowstone, so I went hiking around Old Faithful, where I knew all the pretty hot pool and geysers hang out. It was as beautiful as I thought it would be. Though it seems silly to do Yellowstone in one day, it was worth driving through it and experiencing the little niche I did get to experience. Next time I try and tackle Yellowstone, I'll make sure to set aside at least a week to do a backpack/camping trip and some water adventures.

This trip was solo, except for my perma-road buddies dragosaur and lillee:




tiny pineapple cone


buoys wanting to be mountains


tetons from above jackson lake


wizard trunk


lil lee pads


google-earthy looking


solitude geyser


gooey death pond


cool hot pond.




the bubbles the bubbles the bubbles


blue cardinal


geyser shooting up!


i like cloud reflections

Next is Estes Park for the beginning of fall leaves shifting colors, yogis slack-lining and vegan food galore!

Friday, September 04, 2009

PULL uP iF i PuLL UP

One would think since I am in Seattle, there should be no excuse to not blog - internet cafes grow from the cracks in the streets around here. Well, I have happily coved myself up with Sea-town buddies Sparky & Nate in their South Seattle abode. No internet, no nearby cafes and certainly no cracks in the streets. Not.

The things they DO have make up for anything that might be missing in their neighborhood: an art studio in the basement, inspiration flowing from the pores of their skin and a collective conscious for cooking, merrymaking and creating.

Fellow couchsurfer Anne and I branched out this morning to Pioneer Square where we found a great coffee shop called Zeitgeist. They sell 8 oz. to-go mugs for people like Brian who hate when baristas overfill Americanos with hot water! They also have vaulted ceilings, plug-ins, gigantic windows for people watching and free free internet connection. Zeitgeist, you win.

I've been dying to tell my story of Burning Man since I left Missoula all the way until I flew back to Seattle. The following pictures are really only a glimpse into the experience, as I didn't carrying around my camera but twice the entire time. And even the two moments I did let my camera tag along, it mostly sat in Brian's giant orange pockets, longing to capture images for me.

I'm sure everybody has had this dilemma before - the tilting feeling of wanting to capture moments with their devices against the pure desire to simply experience what is going on around you. The latter won, for the most part, in my technological struggle.

Thankfully, though, I felt the compulsion to pull out the ole' Powershot during one of the most breathtaking sunrises I've ever been apart of and two of our friends romped around with their professional cameras every day and night (except when they were passed out on cots.)

Instead of writing a play-by-play of the three days I was blessed to spend at Burning Man this year, I will blot words and phrases underneath the photographs I took. I will also highly encourage any of my artistic friends to muster up an art project and go experience this beautiful week in the desert for yourself. You will not regret an ounce of it.


- - taken on the way out of BM . . . Tigger encouraged the idea - -


The. Hardware. Store!


we have feet and legs to get us there.


we erupted.


wakey wakerson!


a borrowed bicycle for morning expeditions


Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!


In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni.


Climb up to the crows nest and wave in the wind over fire & lights for a fresh perspective every few nights . . .


Our home.


Scooch into the Cushman


Awaiting the arrival of rays and snowflakes.


six o'clock


5 Hours in a Blue Teardrop . . . the meeting spot for aunties and Jeeveses


sad palindrome.


The Man.


Always bring your fuzzy green blanket jacket.


Dumb mud. (Not.) I heart playadust.


energy transfer.


the Cushman!


So many dynamos!


Business sucks, but it's picking up!


Buddha dude on our job box.


Contemplating Rug Burn.


let's have bizarre celebrations, let's forget to forget to forget well.


homeward free.


blue balloons floating up with the sun


some more...


and some more...


ups!


Until we meet again.



Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?