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Photography: Dillon Beach

“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought / I summon up remembrance of things past…“—Shakespeare

I’ve been thinking a lot about memory lately. About my memories. About creating new memories. About capturing them. I think memory is what attracts me to photography, the ability to freeze a moment in time. To capture a feeling. I have so many photos from the last few months, many of which I won’t post here. But these…I want to share with you.

I hope you like them. Maybe they will spark a memory in you.

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  • These were taken with my Olympus E-M1 MarkII, using several different lenses and edited with Lightroom Classic. 

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poetry: begging blue

pretend with me
we’ve fallen under
where sharks cry
and birds laugh
i’m me
you are blue
nobody sees us
we hold hands
taste salt
breathe sea
sink through quiet
still the cold
break hips free
pretend with me

*39/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic. 

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poetry: becoming me

soft like white fur
clinging to black dress
soft like candlelight
blowing eucalyptus breath
soft like giggle drawing
robot monsters together
soft like rocks in pockets
skipped back into water
soft like sparkly blue nails
resting on round pillow 
soft like muddy sticks
scrapping into roots
soft like accepting wheels
when hip turns to spikes
soft like falling apart
in nurtured soil
soft like moon sisters
circling around me
soft like shutter clicking
framing my own skin
soft like
remembering

*38/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic. 

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Photography: Tomales Catholic Cemetery

Last week I revisited the Tomales Catholic Cemetery after spending the week with my family at the beach. Here are some of my favorite images from my brief time wandering the small area with my camera. I’m experimenting again with a more vintage, film-like editing style. Let me know what you think and if you have a favorite images.

If your interested, here are the photos I took at the same place in 2023. I think I may like those images better, but these certainly invoke a different feeling. What do you think?

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  • These were taken with my Olympus E-M1 MarkII, using several different lenses and edited with Lightroom Classic. 
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poetry: caping

pull them apart
tap tap on the glass
each wire transposed
roots rotted en masse

part hair of deep bark
wash circuits of green
fold feathers of dark
coil anger’s machine

strip away filaments
each thread except one
bang fists like drums
the canopy undone

she fuses her vines
releasing boiled sap
transplanting old lines
her body’s new map

no harness, no retreat
she sows seeds in stride
blooming with old heat
caping wilderness inside

*37/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic. 

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poetry: crying out

casting lemon rays 
from upturned palms 
the child cries out 
to sharp thistles
oh, take this
falling on knees
into wet sand
black-winged birds
dance around her
oh, take this
mother tree parts
twisted wooden arms
crackling with heat
ancient cedar rising
oh, take this
elder wind forces
gravity to ease
the child laughs
freely she moves
oh—

*36/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic. 

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poetry: don’t look

swallow down embers, me
disappear into peat smoke
if you can’t smooth out
turn obsidian again
don’t appear at all, me
nettle strewn carpet
break down another layer
elements shift again
duff becomes humus, me
sorry, can’t make it
shattering too messy
they were right
run away from, me
write until it stops
tiny seeds open
gravity threads again
split the bedrock, me

*35/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic. 

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poetry: moonwalk

in this story
a summer wind 
blew our hair
across our faces
and fat seagulls
ate bread from
our lifted palms.
you tap danced
across the bridge
and sang songs
of the moon.
mother said all
poems become words 
and threads release 
seeds. let’s harvest 
another story, friend. 

*34/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic. 

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poetry: the tracks

sometimes train whistles hold hands,
warming palms.
preheating cast iron to cook eggs,
when bodies dream of pancakes.

sit forward.
watch each rattling car sing of gods
promising strawberries in glass bowls.
hot coffee.
fresh cream.
burrs stuck to shoelaces.

sit back.
sometimes trains get closer.
dark blue coffee cups crack.
babies breath hangs by strings.
full stomachs mask empty hands.

sit still.
hear caboose sing heavy lullabies.
dirty blankets trapping heat.
sort burrs into piles.
sip water from cupped hands.

reach out.
stand up.

*33/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.