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Photo captured at a cattle ranch near the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
A woman with curly hair leans blissfully against a shiny surface, soaking in the warmth of the sun. She appears calm and content in a serene outdoor setting.
I'm closing out the year with this, a quick photo from the new art installation on the river (Subtile
- designed by Federico DÃaz). It's an odd one with all of these small reflective discs - but it grew on me as I sat there with the wind gently moving the circles. It had a ripple like effect - which was fitting for it being along the river.
Photo of the rugged Santa Lucia Mountain Range and Highway 1, the Cabrillo Highway near the center of this photo, captured via Minolta MD Celtic 28mm f/2.8 Lens in Big Sur. Monterey County. Late October 2013.
Photo looking towards Sharp Point captured at the beach on the ocean side of Freshwater Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Mid July 2013.
Photo captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens at Patricks Point State Park. Humboldt County. On the last day of September 2013.
Photo captured a few miles east of the city of Arcata on California Highway 299. Humboldt County. Late November 2012.
Photo captured along the King Range via Minolta MD Celtic 28mm f/2.8 Lens at Mattole River Beach on the Lost Coast. Humboldt County. Late November 2013.
Can you see me? This is the gift shop of the Jean Bonnet Tavern in Bedford Pennsylvania. What a lovely little shop it was.
Photo captured along the beach at Dry Lagoon. Humboldt Lagoons State Park. Humboldt County. Early May 2013.
Photo captured near the Modoc National Forest on Highway 139 in Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late February 2013.
Photo captured near the town of Point Arena and near the Point Arena Lighthouse Station. Mendocino County. Late March 2013.
To read the original blog post: kneverkneverland.com/2013/01/12/the-ghost-with-no-haunt/
On the stage, I step from behind the curtain and pray until its over.
After, I feel the tickle of a whisper coming from those behind my back.
Feels like being trapped under the ice of a frozen pond.
They are standing on the icy surface, looking down and laughing.
My muscles clenched in cold and searing pain of suffocation.
This myth is what keeps my mind in its place.
In truth, No one wastes a whisper on me.
I am a ghost who has lost its haunt.
A thought that might have formed.
If only I could shed the layers of swaddling cloths.
And withstand the beating into uncertain unconsciousness.
Then, I might emerge from the icy waters as,
Someone.
But, I have tasted the safety of the genie.
And I have acquired a mountain of tools to hide behind.
The more of them I have, the closer I think I am to being me.
They will fly me out on their wings into the world and drop me gently on a pile of pillows.
But truth points out that I have traveled no further on this map of lies.
I am the cowardly explorer with no compass.
The thought that never formed.
The ghost with no haunt.
Photo captured near the Big Valley Summit, with a hint of Majestic Mount Shasta, on Highway 299 near Post-Mile marker 5.31 in Lassen County. Late February 2013.
Photo captured near the Modoc National Forest on Highway 139 in Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late February 2013.
Really??? Seriously??? This is what my life is like with my VERY active 6-year-old human.
A Day with Steph A-22
Photo captured along Dyerville Road at Founders Grove near Avenue of the Giants. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo captured at a cattle ranch near the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo captured on U.S. Highway 395--the portion of U.S. 395 cosigned with California Highway 299--in the city of Alturas. Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late March 2013.
Photo composite of three images.
The Path's End
Something captures us.
Our attention, we call it.
It takes us places,
In our imagination.
Then leads us to the end.
Then there is nothing else,
But to turn around,
And go back.
Wishing we could take it
Make it real,
Make it part of us.
Make it part of the world
We actually live in.
Wondering,
Who this person is,
That we call ourselves.
This life we lead,
That we call ours.
Where honesty
Is a peculiarity,
And called weakness,
To many.
But I can not hold
That burden any longer.
I can not be what you want.
No more than you can.
I am what I am.
That is all I,
Will ever be.
To ask any different,
That is the real fantasy.
The chorus of earthbound
Angels groan.
Because the truth,
That we are,
Has been sequestered
To our imagination.
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Photo captured while driving towards U.S. Highway 101, near post-mile marker 85.40 on Highway 1, the Shoreline Highway, near Leggett. Mendocino County. Late March 2013.
Photo captured just north of the Freshwater Lagoon alongside U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway. Humboldt County. Early May 2013.