From this weekend

I love the soft predictability of the images, and how I'm often incorrect in creating pareidolia.
Portrait of a Fallen Cinder Cone

Portrait of a Volcanic Valley

Portrait of a River Canyon

Visited the Snake River plain with my Mama, who is a naturalist working with the local Deer Flat National Wildlife Refuge. While out there, the refuge was shut down on one of my Mom's scheduled shifts due to the complications surrounding the Malheur occupation. Experiencing the land, seeing the farmers, and the conservation myself... it wasn't hard to empathize with their idealistic dreams of open land. Free roaming, no fences. But that's just not how America and capitalism works. We need to preserve, and we need to make, and we will always teeter in the balance between the two.




Paiute Petroglyph





My mom's silver hair.

Bullet holes from World War II target practice



Ancient surfaces