each in its turn, as the round earth rolls

“The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.” -john muir

we danced all night, until the bugs ate us alive

Great ribbon, dude.

after jump conversation with the jumper:

me: wow, what's it like to fall through a cloud?
jumper: it's amazing
me: what does it taste like?
jumper: Heaven, Heaven running right up your nose.

me: I guess I do taste through my nose sometimes...

build a birthday cake

headshots on holiday

stick house

my paramour, poseidon

Oliver!

we are the keepers of the light

(the light trail images are one thousand times more fun if you click on them to enlarge the photos; no foolin)

scattering precious pangea

track rat

what sort of a tree is thee?

greens of summers

light boxes