One thing I know for certain, one thing that can't be taken from me in this sh*tshow our world has become, is that I can continue to look for light. Even in the gray and rainy Pacific Northwest.
Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
above:
Cannon Beach
below:
Sauvie Island
Cannon Beach
Cannon Beach
Sauvie Island
Sauvie Island
Cannon Beach
Cannon Beach
