"Corey"
artifacts found during walks
sunlight
nature
(even weeds, like this goatsbeard that's about to populate!)
With the loss of America's wild terrain, "I am concerned we are losing our souls."
"…I think the most important thing we can do today is look at our landscape and figure out what matters, why it matters and how to preserve it."
– Diane Josephy-Peavey, author and sheep and cattle rancher, at Weippe's annual Camas Festival.
I'm just days away from hitting the road.
It's taken a lot of work and planning and there is still more to be done! But I am so excited. This will be an amazing adventure and an important project — documenting the state of patriotism around the U.S. and taking a snapshot look at certain subcultures: newspapers, churches and Indian reservations. It will also be a chance for you to see how I do living frugally in my small, mobile home. I'll include some juicy tidbits in the "diary" category.
Please message me with suggestions of places to park or visit, as well as topics to photograph and write about!
Sharon
The first time I saw a palm growing in its proper element was in LA. I was 12 and so awed by this otherworldly desert tree. There were rows of them down the sidewalks as casual as could be – slender, tall, reaching toward the ever blue sky.
These were shot in Santa Cruz, as crisply recalled by me, no doubt, as by countless carnival revelers.
In Santa Monica, where I imagine Barbie lives in a condominium and parks her convertible just outside the door…
I see birds, wind, a yellow sports car…
Can you spot the sliver of moon over Venice Beach? -
Something about that slice of sunset
drips down my throat like
sherbert.
It makes enticing promises, doesn't it?
The night is on its way
with the realization of
dreams.
These were taken in December 2007.
I am very much looking forward to being in California again.
Happy 2009 to everyone!
Welcome to my blog!
I’m planning to hit the road as close to January 20 (Inauguration Day) as possible.
In the meantime, I’ll be posting photos from previous journeys.
Fisherman’s Wharf
Sculpting beauty from something
ordinary, plentiful,
fallible to wind and waves.
Just another day at the beach
for one
artist
imagining what it was like for God.
I see a U.S. Navy ship, old wood, new wood and seagulls. But nary a tourist…
Chinatown
Crazy how graffiti on a wall can be more arresting than the passerby.