i present the very last images from my trek to the humboldt coast, including my sketchbook pages.
i may attempt some coastal scenes using these or some of my other photos.
when i was very young i had a recurring dream that i could go inside pictures. i would look at photos and they would begin to move, like i was watching a tiny screen. then i would be inside of the scene. i dreamed this over and over. except it didn’t feel like a dream it felt real. now it’s just part of my dusty bank of memories. did it happen or were they all dreams? it’s been at least 40 years so i can’t remember, but i wish mightily that i could place myself inside these pictures.
feel that cold ocean wind. breathe in the salty air.
this morning i walked up the stairs from the parking garage and onto the schoolyard. i felt something crunchy in my windbreaker and reached inside. pulled out a small redwood branch.
lifted it to my nose and breathed in the scent of damp forest, those wild trees.
swallowed the lump in my throat. kept walking.
after a week break the children are subdued. a classroom of sleepy racoons.
but soon they’ll wake up.
my mind should be fully back in los angeles by then.
i must relearn to BE HERE NOW.
life’s no good if you always want to be somewhere else. so i will sink back into myself. tether myself to the 2 big oak trees in the front garden.
occasionally allow myself to slip inside a photo for bit.
i know of no better way to root myself in the present moment than by drawing and painting and writing and walking.
going to bed to read the wild trees.