Oh, Rilke... The night! The night!

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke

Sometime, we spin in circles
where we can spin no more

Somewhere, we spin in circles
until we can spin no more

cracks in the pavement (haha)

Many waves crashing in a four day isolation on Sombrio Point.
Many lines of the roadway crossed on a four day gathering down to Washington and Oregon.

Somewhere, the rocks are revealed.

in Victoria

butterflies flying
between the rocks

rain rain dripping
and two brothers
learning