This is a photo by my favorite photographer Willie Holdman. I don't even know how to describe his work without sounding like a cheesy boob. (what an image, right?). So maybe I'll make it super duper cheesy, you know to compete with pizza hut and taco bell. Here it goes.
When I look at Willie's work I drift into a dreamland of escape and beauty, I envision myself there, as a part of nature. Not as a human but as Mother Earth. I am beautiful, peaceful, strong, and alive.
Ok. I have never thought any of that crap before, but seriously I dig his stuff. Check it out.
Every fall the most beautiful thing happens, and I lose sense of my Camerican heritage (canadian/american, I have duel citizenship), and feel pure American Patriotism. The leaves on the mountain side turn red, the mountain tops are dusted with snow and the sky is blue. It is so cheesy it's practically provolone, but I love this natural red, white, and blue display.
So I was talking to Shaggy about hiking and somehow I ended up showing him Willie Holdmans site. That led to the picture above and my little story. The Jerk made fun of me. I know this is a story worth making fun of me for, but jeez, do the decent thing and make fun of me behind my back like everyone else.
*side note* The Provo City Freedom Fesitval is coming up over July 4th weekend. Usually Willie Holdman has a booth there, I don't know if he will again, but you should check it out if you can.