Madness: inspiration | illumination

There is a wave of consciousness that can be ridden with joy out of the darkness in sleep. It's like a vortex, and the yanking is like getting right on to the spot and popping up cleanly.

Flow | Vulnerability | Lucidity | Grip | Life | Reality | Ride

I love hazelnuts.

Human flimsiness, an anxious glimpse, a dead pregnant ghost.

The foam reflects pink, azure.

Whitewash is the afterparty.

Sun falling into civilization.

Trim.

Voar.

Photo | Katrina DeVore 

Photo | Katrina DeVore

Photo | Katrina DeVore

Photo | Katrina DeVore

You can't criticize the sea.

We are colorful dogs.

You will never beat the ocean. The ocean does not care. It is. It exists.

Threat | Counterthreat.

Some mornings I feel as if I've been run over by a bus. From this perspective, I wonder.

The only chemical left is colour.

I am about circles.

The journey of editing photography lives in the state of constant change.

This blog exists to document that journey.

Today is much like the beginning of this blog six years ago.

I want it all!

I want it louder.

My mother loved cranes

The cranes in Portugal are an exceptional shade of yellow.

Below | Intentional adjacent commentary regarding the faded and the clean

The crumble and 'progress'

The pure and the pure

The ultimate impurity and fragility of the human condition.

Is there any tea left?