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My 'Life Rules' series right now exhibited in Toronto, CONTACT Photography Festival. You're welcome to visit by the end of May.
Injustice is easy to bear, it is justice that hurts.
— H.L. Mencken
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I was almost up to Adams Falls when I climbed upon a boulder and was rewarded with this view of Baker Mountain about 30 miles northwest. The afternoon clouds were coming it, and I thought of the words in our song 'America.' 'For purple mountains majesty . . .' God indeed 'shed his grace on thee.'
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And here we are, finally at Adams Falls. I was a bit surprised that I did not see a large amount of water pouring over a cliff, but instead a series of smaller falls, more like cascades.
9/18/11
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Today... where to start. Today was the day I had to move back up to Bellingham for the school year. Definitely had a rad summer with lots of cool people and tons of rad hangs.
This year I'm living off campus in a house with four of my other friends. They had all already moved in, so I was the last one to move up here.
Got up super early (thankfully had already packed all my stuff) and left for Bellingham. Got here around midday, and then proceeded to unpack and organize all my stuff. After doing that for a while, I finally was done..... so it was time to just hangout =]
Josh (in this picture) and I have been just hanging out playin some Halo. Good times.
Since then, I've just been kickin it with my friends, enjoyin our last few days before it is back to the daily grind with school and such. =/
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This portion of the river above Adams Falls formed quite a nice rapids and the sounds of the rushing waters were wonderful. All creatures are composed mostly of water, and we are drawn to the sound of it.
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As I got higher above Adams falls, the water turned color from blue-green to rusty read. The bottom of the river was coved with small rocks, and I saw trout swim lazily by.
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A fuller view from the scene in the last picture.There is something about granite, trees, clouds and sky which always makes me stop and meditate.
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Finally I am returning to the parking area of the Adams Falls trail, and as I entered an area of tall grasses just above Grand Lake, I was struck by the afternoon storm clouds which had built up while I was in the trees on the trail.
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'I think that I will never see, a poem as lovely as a tree,' wrote Robert Frost. And he was right.
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Near the beginning of the trail to Adams Falls, I saw this sign. For some reason, it struck me that this is a sign God should have put at the start of our life's journey. For, a I look back, whenever I have tried a shortcut on my journey, it has led to a cliff or a dead end. Staying on the trail of life is the best advice we can have. It will lead us to something good, and reduce our hazards along the way.
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Once a mighty tree grew here next to the river above Adams Falls, but every so slowly, but surely, the ground was carved away until the tree fell into the water, then was decomposed leaving nothing but these roots.
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There is a lovely contrast of soft and hard in this photo as the little aspen grouws next to the outcropping of granite.
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Here the river above Adams Falls has nearly stopped and I am sure there are some trout hiding behind the boulders.
So today ruled. First half = meh with boring classes and yeah whatever. Weather was pretty meh too. At 3 though, I had my cinema class and we just watched our films that groups made for our final project. Some of them were actually really hilarious. After that, it was actually really nice out so Keli and I decided to go on a photo adventure. First we went down to this awesome marina. Found a new awesome spot for automotive photography* After that we walked across the street and took pictures by the train tracks, and watched the train do whatever, till we got in trouble. Apparently since Osama was assassinated, it is illegal to take pictures of trains since they found plans of his involving trains. Oops. Whatevs. F the haters. After that we went and got frozen yogurt, and then went down to Boulevard Park. At Boulevard we took rad pictures of the sunset, cuz the PNW is the best around =D
Yup. Today fxckn ruled. Hard.
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Another view of the Rocky Mountain peaks as I walk along the trail to Adams Falls.
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As I work on this entry, I see this scene and wish, oh how I wish, I could be there again. There is nothing so serene and peaceful as to be alone in a mountain forest. Most of the hike, I had these scenes to myself.
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I am just now entering the deep woods after crossing this bridge. It is getting cooler as I go, and the green trees are giving me a sense of ease.
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This wood fence seemed perfect a a foreground for the scene I found as I started up the trail to Adams Falls.
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I'm just beginning my hike on the Adams Falls trail and I can see the higher elevations to which I'm headed. I had to stop a few times to catch my breath which concerned me until I realized that I was climbing at 8,500 feet, more than a mile higher than the land in California where I live.
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At times the woods thinned and exposed some of the craggy granite which made up the Rocky Mountains. Some call this majestic range 'The Backbone of America.' runs northwest almost from Mexico and into Canada.
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This is about a half mile above Adams Falls, and the river is slow running, forming pools and easing under fallen logs. I'm sure a trout fisheman would love to be here.
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Along the trail to Adams Falls, every once in a while, the trees would thin and alow a view of the Rocky Mountain peaks beyond.
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After another pause to catch my breath, I can head up these hand-carved steps to my first view of Adams Falls. I always ponder the amount of hard work that was expended by the men who made these trails and stairs.
This is zoomed in from the previous picture to catch the foam of the water as it falls over a small impediment.
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My eye was drawn to this scene as the late morning sun lit up the water between two trees. It was compley quiet here and the waters seemed to stand still as if to catch the warm rays.
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Beyond the falls and higher, the river becomes more of a rapids framed by green trees. I could sit at a spot like this forever and watch the chipmonks scurry and hear the birds sing.
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At this point on the Adams Falls Trail, one could look back and see a small portion of Grand Lake.
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The larger rocks poked above the water line and tried in vain to stop the flow. As the water parted and moved around them you could hear a faint sound of laughter come from it.
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Looking down on Adams Falls, the water murmurs and it rolls over the rocks.
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Downward every more this water has fallen a mile before reaching this point at Adams Falls. It will drop a couple thousand more feet until it pours into Grand Lake.
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I was charmed by the little rocks which paved the way for the waters moving down towards Adams Falls here.
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This fallen tree, now grey with age, tells us that everything (myself included) is put here just for a small moment in time.
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As I started up the trail I could look ahead and see the rocky slopes where I would be when I came to the falls. The hitching rail added to the scene. I loved those clumps of grasses too, though I did not know the name of them.
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At this point above Adams Falls many trees have falled across the river and make a a grand 'pick up sticks' game for the mountain gods.
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Another view of the distant Rock Mountain peaks through the trees along the trail to Adams Falls. The afternoon storm clouds were building and they added drama to the scene.
it's happening again. it's been a year and a half since it's been this bad. it rules my life, it's all i think about, and it drives me crazy because it's my fault. i give in so willingly, and then i hate myself for giving in. right now is about the worst timing possible for this flare up. i guess we can't win them all.