The Ranch

We stayed at a close family friend's ranch in Southern Alberta this week and I managed to get my hands on a camera for the first time in a long while.  I couldn't let these beautiful scenes escape me.  Something about jagged mountains, flowing waves of grass, and sweet little blue-doored cabins tucked away in secret meadows fill me with elation and a delicious sense of mystery.  The camera is my eye to the bubbling life and piercing yet elusive sense of reminiscence beneath it all.  If only I could capture it better.

More to follow.

An Afternoon

"Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy--one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself."


F. Scott Fitzgerald

That Moment When

You confide in someone and they begin spewing solutions.  You find your self saying "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine."  And you realize that all this time you wanted to be understood, you really just wanted to understand for yourself.

And then you start to believe it.

 "If you hold onto the handle, she said, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you let the wind carry you."

--Brian Andreas