sacred summer

I left Oregon yesterday morning and said goodbye to my "sacred summer." I sort of titled it a sacred summer at the beginning, before I knew what it would hold. If I had to name it now, it might be something different; it feels strange to call a summer "sacred" that has contained possibly the most doubt and anger toward God than ever before. But maybe honesty and simplicity is sacred in its own sense. All through the summer, I was looking for moments that simply and silently spoke the feeling, sacred. These are the photos of those moments, as much as I could capture them. There's no rhyme or reason to them other than that these were the moments that I felt compelled to capture. They're mostly not people, but just other moments and clouds and light and trash cans that simple stood out for being what they are. This is simple a glimpse of a sacred summer.

Light, big and small.

Scout and I, scouting for nutria together.

Grandpa, his class photo next to his high school girlfriend's

The cherished trees at Rocky Point 

The Benedictine Brewery

Prayer flags

As I pulled into the driveway

Stunned by what I saw

The Feast of St. Mary Magdalene

Trying to capture Harley's smile

Grandpa and Wheel of Fortune at 7:00, as always

Dayton, OH

Still Alive

The Clackamas County Fair

Floating

No matter how many years she's gone, it will always be Grandma's kitchen.

More light

Seaside

Prayer

I will never get enough of the clouds.

Mt. Angel Abbey

The steeple of the Unitarian Church that I have taken far too many photos of.

Light

Marc

The sweet cabin

After seeing a Shakespeare play in a vineyard

Garbage can

And lastly, the sweet cabin