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A tribute to my beloved wildnerness adventurers.

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.

We all know this as Robert Frost’s famous Stopping By the Woods on A Snowy Evening.

I know it as one of the poems that I would hear Grandpa Searle recite while hiking, usually some trail in Glacier Nat’l Park. I still recite it every time I’m out hiking. I think of Grandpa. All my love to Grandpa, to Andrew, and to all of my beloved wilderness adventurers. 

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Unconditional love.

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It drives Evan nuts that I don’t pick what to do and just do it. I have to try this, no try that, scratch it… what about doing it this way?…  I made at least 100 different colors while printing this, derived and mixed from five cans of ink. Yes, I was also driven a little nuts by myself. The mess and experimentation or discovery was most frustrating part about this project, and yet it is also the best part. I finally finished this print after over a year of mulling over it. The blue heart/purple text one was the most surprising one, and my favorite. 

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Box head tea party

(Source: lindsaymacdonald)

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Fish faces at the aquarium. 

Fish faces at the aquarium. 

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Pow!

Pow!

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Chambers Bay, Tacoma

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Summer

Summer

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A day with the girls