over and after

rainy hair and eyes because today was a silent rainy day.

back home to the west coast.

a while ago i road-tripped up the west coast of the state with my family. it's one of the most honestly and beautifully wild places that i have been to, with roads that stretch for hours through grey cloud and empty grasslands without any sign of people. the gravel on the roads is white and the water is brown with tannins and the hills jut from the ground as if they have been pushed by hasty giants, and everything is somehow more magic than at home. we stayed at tiny fishing shacks perched on the edge of silent lakes, the walls covered with yellowing fly-fishing posters and obscure collections of art. 

the scenery changed every day as we drove north, changing from copper-coloured fields of button grass to misted valleys and forests and back again within hours. great mountains rose around us, earth that was was black and red with ore spilling down the slopes. one day we reached a river fringed with weed and we took a boat down it to the very edge of the world, where white breakers tall enough to look like cliffs from a distance broke upon the sand and left a maze of weathered trees in their wake. it was beautiful, and i soaked in the beauty of it with every breath.   

tiptoes & whispers

 with molly.