Harbor of Dreams

When I was a kid, assuming I did grow up, basketball was my burning passion. Basketball and books. I ate cheerios for breakfast, read books, went swimming, ate Mac n' Cheese then went out to play Basketball. I spent every summer dreaming of being old enough to play on the team. I used to run circles around the senior varsity boys at the playground. 21 was my game. I had point guard written all over me. Then, I got old enough. During 7th grade tryouts I made the first cut. None of my pals did though...because the coach was prejudiced. My buds were black and I wasn't. I blew up at the coach in the hallway at school defending my friends. As I figured would happen, I got cut next. Thing was, I didn't want to be on a team that didn't want my friends. I tried to play ball for school later in High School, but that episode was truly the end of my Basketball Dreams.

Autumn Melee

I love the fall colors. Light white fluffy clouds are not everyday in Seattle. Gotta catch 'em while they're around. This is my favorite fall image I've ever captured or seen because it captures both sky and leaves at my favorite point in foliage departure. I waited for weeks for this shot. Seeing an old friend brought me to this corner at this moment. It was like finishing a story and finding yourself where you began, nothing different yet all had changed. Old lessons don't go away, they simply lie in wait, cycling around like the seasons.

Re: ality

Skool sucks 'cause it indoctrinates us.  Drive cars, make money, waste time.  Why not spend time on what you really love, on what gets you going.  Forget about the cars, the money and the time.  Be who you really are, not one of the possible avatar personalities we are given to consume at the job fair.  Let go.

Blue + Diablo | A Balanced World

Blue Diablo should be a new cocktail. One of those incredibly well mixed mixologist type drinks. Maybe with smoke coming off the top. This build is that hot, smokin' hot. I am a big fan of balance in a photo or on a bike, in my personal life and in my work. There really is no such thing as perfect balance in the literal way our minds label and store. But, in reality, often what our minds mix up, our body and spirit knows is perfect and balanced. Our living selves are in a state of balance. As we hone our desire for a world that reflects our best qualities, we must remember that what we envision does come to be. All we have to do is continue to evolve our desired reality to reflect our highest vibration and balance can be achieved. We brought global connection into being so that we could reconnect with our oneness and share our insights with the world. All our voices are shaping tomorrow, what are you manifesting? It shall be.

Connection Correction

Minolta Hi-Matic 7s + 100 ISO Fuji Acros B/W Film
Capitol Hill Seattle

The stream.  Subconscious.  The Iceberg principle.  Connections.  One.  Are we separate as we believe?  Where do you end and I begin?  Where does the impact of a way of life end?  At borders?  Across oceans?  When are we going to realize our actions and choices (whether we choose or not) impact every system in contact with us.  Other humans, animals, plants, water, the earth, our solar system, bacteria, plankton.  It doesn't matter how tenuous the connection may seem, it is there.  Like the line between light and shadow, it simply is.  Follow it back to the source.  When trying to decide what to choose, follow it to the source.  Decide if you can live with the consequences of the cost to create what you choose.  Choose differently.  Now.  It may already be too late.

Beauty can be found by looking | grain. | mobius
Photo by Taylor Hurley 

Patterns in Chaos

Minolta Hi-Matic 7s + 100 ISO Fuji Acros B/W Film
Capitol Hill Seattle

Contrast. Eddies of light playing through the branches of a tree. Wave or particle? Light or shadow? Without the shadow nothing would have form. The line where light meets shadow, where light is and is not, builds the belief of seeing. Do not shy from shadow, simply realize it's necessity to give form and seeming substance to an otherwise overbright existence.

Beauty can be found by looking | grain. | mobius
Photo by Taylor Hurley