Memories
A memory that I had as a child was going on trips with my Mother and Sister to Paradise Mountain on Mt. Rainier. Going to the Pacific Oceon and jumping on driftwood while digging for clams and being fasinated by the small Islands just far enough out to not dare venture. Hearing and being apart of the forest while trying to cross a rushing river. Feeling the tranquility of the Rainforest in Mt. Olympia. Oh no, those memories are here to stay. I wish I could share more but the following video kind of grabs the mystical presence of this place.
“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes” ― Vladimir Nabokov