nostalgia

the red sun in the dark night

We spent two months meandering around Washington state in search of home. Bouncing in and out of Portland, Seattle, Port Townsend, and around and around. After leaving the lovely town of Crested Butte, Colorado, we found the Northwest dreary and dense. We cried for sunshine and open space. The Northwest is certainly beautiful, but it was not for us. It felt alien. Luckily, we had one safe haven to land during this time of uncertainty: Oceanside, Oregon, an open and wild beach, with sands of possibility.

It was back at that quiet beach, after a long, tiresome and depleting journey through the traffic and trees, that we thought of Walla Walla. It was a place we never expected to fall in love with. But we came, and then the world made sense again. The people are so friendly here, the light is just right, the plains are open and every time we turn Walla Walla says Welcome, Welcome, Welcome! Here, now, I remember how the sun spoke to us in Oceanside, how it coaxed us to keep looking up, to keep breathing in, to know that light would show. It did, and it’s called Walla Walla.

forgive me, I have sinned.

Just to clarify…. it’s not exactly ugly out here.

waking up from a nap, in my yard

driving home through the pink

Somewhere between New Mexico and Colorado.

lovely luminarias

Christmas Eve in Santa Fe. Children amid the luminarias, instruments of light.

backyard beauty

blond glow

emerald and yellow

teocalli treasures