Children love animals because Humans inherently do… but we get busy…we forget. But only because they still call in the distance.  When we remember, it will not be anything other then bitter. The sweet is still clinging to life on the outskirts of the noble agendas. In the back of our minds, and maybe even our yards is still the hoot of the owl and vibrant pulses coming through a loaded fishing pole. But my kids may not ever hear a real wood owl or feel the strength of a trout with a bloodline millions of years old. But they will hunger for something they cant quite describe. Something they wont find in the angular halls of their soft and balanced lives…something Grandpa cant quite speak of in his stories without  staring out of a window…looking for something he know should be there.

You are afraid of heights…but not much else. You condition your thighs to crack bones in the ring for fun. You spent a childhood in dark Russian orphanage…refusing to memorize poems so you could be a real person. You flew to a vast unknown to meet a stranger. Left the comfort of the fine life layed before you to touch something you thought was different…to follow a dream that wasnt even alive. And now you’re not even given the dignity of an old photograph.

 Now there is tears in the corner of your eyes. I know you want me to think they are from the burning ice and the howling wind…but its the heights. Its the climb up. Its the rock that smashed your knee…the one I shook loose. I was afraid too… of your tenacity…your will and blind honesty. Why dont you protect yourself? Get out of the way. That rock seems like a stupid analogy. I kicked it accidentally, sure…but I knew it was a bad idea in the first place…to have us there clinging to the side of a cliff. Even as I write the words I know it all falls on me. You would have followed me anywhere. You did once. And now your photoshopped from this picture because I dont want to forget…but I cant look you in the eyes.

Walk in the tidepools and stay your conscience for just a moment. You must. Every step echoes with crunching bones belonging to creatures too insignificant to mind. And why not? It is beautiful here and they will be back in droves tomorrow. They are built to rebuild. Consider: so are we.

What cool cats and what great place for an engagement shoot. Iv always been a fan of the tricky light and angles of the Seattle library…who isnt? (birds with broken necks. thats who). Theres just too much there to shoot. Bret and Tera were awesome and a pleasure to roam the silent halls of education with. I was curious why they chose the Seattle library, being from Tacoma and all.

Tera: “…well Im an architectural major so we figured this would be a good place…”

Bret: “…ya and I like to read alot…”

 Tera: “I like to read alot too, Bret…”

Bret: “Thanks for stealing my thunder…”

 Thanks guys! Sorry for the wet feet, I didnt think security was that tight near the fountain.