Arcata – Viola Jean Photography

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Poem: Snapped Today I glimpsed the beauty of a fracture within a perfect line. It perplexed me, then it was like Angelic gauze protecting the fragile parts of my mind. The naturalness in imperfection that dawned on me was the definition of beauty undressed, undone, and straight from the birth of it’s self. This crack in the immaculate plane, a geometric tragedy that that put my brain back together and allowed it to compete evenly with my heart in the decision making of where this body will be tomorrow and what this voice will say. This break is my remedy. I will remember the way it appeared. With no notice. Small yet vexing. Insignificant, then prodigious in my perception. Perfection in the defaults. Hope.

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The Road Trip has ended. Right back to a place that has been the source of many of my beginnings, California. Doug and I met up in Oregon and drove through the redwoods at night to Arcata, CA. We stopped in the Jedediah forrest and played in the massive trees by moonlight. The scent of the place was comforting, wood stoves burning and fresh rain. It was nice knowing that soon I’d be in a place that I consider one of my homes. We stopped at a Lagoon just above Arcata and slept for a while on the driftwood dense beach. The loud sea was music to my ears and the stars were sharp in the sapphire sky. These 17 days on the road have been amazing, and there are people and places I will never forget but I am happy to be in our last State. Right now I’m in San Francisco, and my plane departs at 7am – home to Hana, HI where I’m ready to be.

Arcata (15 of 19)