get-a-way

sometimes we just have to get away, get some time to think.....this past saturday I had that opportunity. growing up in Houston i didn't get the chance to enjoy any kind of topography, an occasional hill due to some unsightly drainage ditch or something was the extent of it.
now I can be at a place like this in about an hour and half and exhale......

exhale is what I don't do much as of late. my chest just feels this constant compression, one that grows day by day until I can't breath any more - creativity stunted, conversations have run dry, and spiritually anemic. while spiritual disciplines have their place, so do spiritual liberations - nature is this for me.

picture of the falls from the suspension bridge






my two preferred shoe styles






an overlook at a set of falls








the colors are out, and calling your name