Is there such a thing as an untouched natural environment anymore? I find this question both fascinating and terrifying. Even in the most extreme and remote terrains, human influence is present. Power-lines, radio towers, research stations, and pipelines can be found on the tops of mountains, across deserts, forests and rivers.
That which is below is like that which is above & that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing
And as all things have been & arose from one by the mediation of one:so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation.
The Sun is its father, the moon its mother, the wind hath carried it in its belly, the earth is its nurse.
Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistos
Nothing is as it appears. What lies beneath the enchanting snowflakes floating gently from heaven to earth? From whence do these white angels originate? Is this heaven speaking to us?
Snow :. If you are “snowed under”, it means that you are at a loss in your current circumstances. Psychologically, snowindicates coldness, and in this context, the dream may end up indicating the need for one to unfreeze. Snow can symbolize purity, attractiveness, and gentle consistency.
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
The bearded man in the "Bearded Man's Kitchen" is Montana, (although he's never been there), a portrait from a recent shoot for FEAST Magazine @ Colony KC on Armour in North town. They have a micro brewery, coffee and ping pong. Check it out!
It doesn't have to be the blue iris,
it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just pay attention,
then patch a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't a contest
but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
I created a collection of images this year during a couple of our monumental trips camping through Colorado. The "Gaia Collection".
The Gaia Collection was born to share with you the spacious spirit that we felt on these trips. This spirit fostered in us more compassion and forgiveness and healing was the natural result.
Somehow, being immersed in the outdoors for several days, in no-service zones, made the bustle of the “real world” just seem silly.
I hope you will enjoy seeing the images as I post them over time. I hope they bring you peace during this busy bustling season! All of the images are visible and available in the Limited Editions Section of my website. Share the Peace! #sharepeace2018
I have been photographing these two almost all of their lives, (which I find to be pretty darn cool watching people grow up). Seeing how their lives and personalities unfold. Capturing who they are in different stages. We have had the years when little brother didn't really care to be photographed, but through tears we did it anyway. Of course, big sisters always do what is expected of them by virtue of needing to live up to their position in the family. But this year the tables turned. Jack was finally big enough for Audrey to jump on HIS back. I love the movement in this image. Happy Holidays!
The South West Boulevard Drive IN here in Kansas City is one of my go to favorite spots to slip back in time and soak up nostalgia. The play ground just as it was when I was a kid, car window mounted speakers, the feeling that everyone is outside together enjoying the stars and the movie. Pallets made in backs of cars for kids to snuggle up outside... how can you beat it. One of my favorite things about summer. Thank God for Wes and his family who own the drive in for keeping it real all these years.
6 months ago my daughter moved into my office/studio to begin her adult pursuit of post graduate job hunting. This has been the view from my desk. My artistic dream, silk panels hanging, perfectly framing the person that is precious to me. What a view. Some days I didn't appreciate the view or the presence, as in ahhhh give me my space, but most days I saw it as a wonder that I had this opportunity to watch her pursuit of accomplishing her dreams. We experienced the heavy cold winter days when it seemed like no one was answering a single email to "Can you believe it! So much is happening!" She has found the job now and will be moving to Austin this month. My faith and thankfulness are greatly increased by seeing how things unfold as they should, that I get to be so blessed as to watch it. I am one proud mama of this girl. She is a strong one. Bitter sweet joy... oh how good it feels.
Finn Bullers journalist | disability rights activist
Finn Bullers was the epitome of a fire eating journalist. But what he had to deal with and never complained about, was his own progressive neurological disease called Charcot Marie Tooth. After 15 years with the Kansas City Star, Finn became a policy adviser and full time advocate for people with disabilities. He fought for changes in KanCare that limited the amount of in-home care that he and other Kansans were allowed. Finn brought a tenacious approach for fighting for a number of key advocacy issues including customized wheelchairs. He was a member of the President's Council on Disabilities. Because of his efforts , the United Spinal Association named Finn its 2014 Advocate of the Year.
When his voice began to go he continued to speak loud which was a huge expression of the intense belief in causes for justice. When he could no longer type, he used the one finger he could control and continued to write furiously to his congressman as well as moving articles that articulate exactly what he needed to tell us. He made no excuses himself or for the rest of us. Finn became my friend and cheerleader. I followed him to protests. I followed him to the capital in Topeka to speak several times. I followed him through the hallway of the capital to find a piece of tape to hold is breathing tube together after one rally. What a trip. Finn had no fear.
I miss him.
Born in Klamath Falls, Oregon, Bryan Buckingham boarded a Greyhound bus with no destination in mind and ended up in Lawrence, Kansas where he decided to major in teaching at KU. His first brewery job was at Free State Brewery. Brian decided to change his major from teaching to beer. He became head brewer 8 months later at 75th Street Brewery. When he joined Cinderblock Bryan had been in the beer business for over 20 years.
Livin the dream.
Patricia Gray | yoga guru | adventurer
Patricia is a founding member of Kansas City's first yoga studio, The Yoga Center. In 1999, she traveled to India with Rotary International, where she was exposed to yoga's roots. Since 1974 she has practiced meditation and pranayama. "Yoga is all about renewal. When depressed, yoga enlivens. When stuck, yoga helps untangle. When in pain, it softens the blow."