Hiked in Devil's garden within Arches today... pulling into Arches for the first time I felt like I was visiting an ancient Roman city, older than Rome really. Oh the power and majesty of the earth! If finds us scrambling around on it's surface. Collecting bits and pieces - walking it's surface like ants. I feel Her dust in my hair...my hands... my nose... my lungs.... She clears me - works out the knots in my brain - opens me to Her answers - tells me her simple truth.
Today was the first long hike day. This hike alone took the 10,000 steps I do in a day. This is boot camp baby! Every single angle of this hike through beautiful formations that are millions of years old was beyond grasping. Hike around a corner and again complete mouth dropping WOW. This the bottom of the ocean, minus the ocean. There was a group of us... all unknown to each other .. who made the trek at sunset, to observe the Corona, all of us experiencing a feeling of reverential respect mixed with fear and wonder at the same time.
Driving through the mountains of Colorado to Moab, Utah!
I will be posting in Instagram images from this trip as I explore and photograph 2 of the top 10 National Parks - precious gemstones of our country.
We will be camping for 10 days!
I will bring my collection of images back to print in an upcoming series on silk and paper.
So if you just need an escape into a beautiful landscape and want to follow the adventure follow me on Instagram @sabrinastaires. The link is attached below.
or should I say woman? because she most certainly is! On her most recent visit this past weekend I realized it more than every that my daughter is a woman... a smart, frank (honest), empathetic AND compassionate woman. A woman that is taking care of herself- a strong woman. She is spunky and resilient and looking to develop herself and her skills as a designer and a person. On this mom's day I am off the grid on a mountain somewhere and so I schedule this ahead of time to solute her for making being a mom so rewarding.
Being her mom has taught me that my timing and how I would like things to be is not always ideal. However life unfolds IS ideal. Watching her life develop I have seen parts of myself in her, sometimes uncomfortable with the clarity I have in retrospect of my own life, but knowing that she is walking her path just as I did and that I wouldn't want it any other way. Because that is how she will become and ever unfolding being.... by learning on her own. Not by simply stopping out of fear because I say she should. I have faith in her wise soul. She has always been a wise soul. As a baby, she had eyes that just looked through me. I love her through every fight we have...and through every moment watching her become her. I am so proud. and thankful - mostly thankful for the experience of being her mom.
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.