Lately I have been caught up in the stress of day-to-day bullshit. The little stuff. Anxiety is in check but I have been dealing with depression again. 

This morning I saw a photo of a Bristlecone Pine tree and it reminded me of a similar photo I shot in July of 2018: 

Bristlecone Pines, Arapaho National Forest, Colorado, 2018.

This photo of Bristlecone Pines was taken on the slopes of Mt. Evans in the Arapaho / Roosevelt National Forests. They only grow at high elevation, usually above 10,000 feet. Their age is somewhat debated and not always easy to ascertain but most ecologists agree that these trees are anywhere from 1,500 to 3,000 years old. Other trees have been documented to be older than that. They seem impervious to time. When compared to these trees, a human life span is just a blip. They will not change much in the next 80 years. These trees will be here hundreds of years after we are gone. Much like the Rockies that surround them, they stand silent in their resolve. They endure through the silliness of human struggle and the futility of human achievement. 

I have been trying to come to terms with the idea that the world has fundamentally changed. I tried to create some photos over the past few months but the inspiration has been fleeting. I have been writing a lot - still working on my screenplay and a few short stories. 

This summer was mostly about good music and movies; the two things that get me out of bed everyday. 

Listen: Turn On the Bright Lights, Interpol, 2002. Released on Matador Records. I am the last person to the Interpol party. This album has changed my life. I keep wondering how I missed this one. The music is dark, mysterious and melodic. The lyrics are fucking beautiful. This album is one of the best of the early 2000s - that magical time of post-punk-indie-rock-synth-revival. It has been on repeat for about two months. 

Watch: The China Syndrome, IPC Films, 1979. They don’t make movies like this anymore. Analog, colorful, brilliant acting. Can we just agree that Jack Lemmon was a fucking legend?

Visit: Folk Studio Brilliant interior designers located in Sydney, Australia. I spend a lot of time here, dreaming. Check out their IG  too. Get lost in the beauty.