shapes+colors

it washed over me. it washed over us all. i bloomed. we all bloomed. the total solar eclipse of 2017

Conversations with Katherine

the front yard, and beyond

C H E T.  B O L S T R I D G E. summer seventeen

views from my porch sometimes tangerine dreams June 2017

Summer in the farthest northern parts of The Golden State

Chet in Black&White

Happy New Year to Me. Happy Summer. Happy L I F E. Saturn will be returning so soon and reconstruction is already surrounding me like flood waters. Things happen, and then they’re over. A synopsis of lessons learned from the past year. But oh, how wonderful are the things that can happen. What marvelous surprises the Sweet Summer can bring. Such power the heat has over my soul to pull the truest colors right out of my very skin. Time feels velvety and lush during the long days, like warm honey coating the back of a spoon, or mouthfuls of ripe blueberries. A whole lifetime can happen in one Monday. I must remember to remember this. This Summer is important. This next journey around the sun is important. This Time is important. Everything is about to change so, Remember to remember....

Who do you love?

McCloud River Nature Conservancy //fractured sanctuary//

modern day babe. 2016.

S H E L B Y.

Summer 2016

A self portrait is like playing a game of truth or dare and picking both. It is a confession and a provocation. An acknowledgement of both our frailty and our own colossal beauty.

Transitioning between months in heat With a new moon. A great loss. A great emptying. Deprivation fueled by fear and contracted Soul muscles. Surrendering my skin to the blazing rage of the sun Expelling my life source from every pore as a sacrificial offering. Purging myself of feelings and Thoughts. A desire to be alone in such a way where I am without myself. Is this a dream or Is this the awakening?

T H R I V I N G Phuket, Thailand

Sunset Bangkok, Thailand