I was raised in Yakima. bit of a trip reading your peace filled words about that Valley i once left gratefully. but the wide open spaces I love to this say.
your words and photos are so deja vu, familiar as a moment again
your work is a a joy, an aid, in the letting go of a day to the simplicity of being
What a beautiful poetic story. Are these personal pictures of your past? I was a pilot...solo at 17, 4 year aviation degree, flew commercially for 2 years then gave it up...
Thanks, Brian. Interesting connection. I too soloed at 17 and flew for a couple of years. Then the money ran out and I let it go. The view of that sunrise yesterday made me think of those days.
I was raised in Yakima. bit of a trip reading your peace filled words about that Valley i once left gratefully. but the wide open spaces I love to this say.
your words and photos are so deja vu, familiar as a moment again
your work is a a joy, an aid, in the letting go of a day to the simplicity of being
Thank you, Alixandra. "Left gratefully" says so much. I know the feeling. And the feeling about the wide open spaces. I appreciate your comments!
Taking flight before taking flight - a joyful practice solo so much more successful than Icarus’. Great heart then and now.
Many thanks, Patris. I like that -- "taking flight before taking flight." Methinks thou art a poet.
What a beautiful poetic story. Are these personal pictures of your past? I was a pilot...solo at 17, 4 year aviation degree, flew commercially for 2 years then gave it up...
Thanks, Brian. Interesting connection. I too soloed at 17 and flew for a couple of years. Then the money ran out and I let it go. The view of that sunrise yesterday made me think of those days.