• Ecola State Park | Oregon

    Right outside Cannon Beach, Oregon is Ecola State Park.  It was here that I first fell in love with the Pacific Northwest many years ago.  As a child I was enchanted by the larger than life boulders proudly jutting forth from the waters edge.  My second visit did not disappoint.  

    We arrived at Indian Beach close to sundown, known to many photographers as the Golden Hour.  Dusk along the Oregon coast is magical.  The power of the ocean is palpable as stubborn rocks push back against her repeated attacks, creating loud bursts of froth.  But despite this violence there is a sense of calm. Perhaps it is the knowledge that this back and forth has been repeating for years before I set foot on this sand.      

  • Vancouver | Cananda

    The time spent in Vancouver was brief, but memorable.  On this spontaneous afternoon in Canada we did our best to at least drive through much of the foreign city.  A stop at Lynn Canyon for a brief glimpse of the waterfall and hanging bridge there transformed into a walk through the park until there was no light left to guide us.  We climbed over rocks, surrounded by gushing water, and ran down pathes dotted stones and moss.  It was a northern fall as I'd always imagined it - the leaves a mix of brittle gold and evergreen, and the air brusk as it rushed past our faces.  

    A big thanks to one of my very oldest friends, Sarah, and her husband and daughter for sharing this spot with us.  It was an evening we'll never forget!

  • Washington State | Olympic Peninsula

    I first visited the Pacific Northwest with my parents, ages ago, and ever since I have been dying to return.  This Fall, I finally got my wish.  Ben and I flew into Portland, Oregon and started to drive.  Our destination: the Olympic Peninsula.   

    Driving from Port Angeles to the west coast, we stopped to dip our toes in Cresent Lake.  For a Louisiana girl, thats a pretty chilly endeavor, but completely worth it.  After about an hour of driving through the National Forest we entered La Push and visited First and Second Beach. 

    In our usual style we left our shoes behind and began walking down Second Beach, eventually climbing over a rock wall to find a hidden cove.  

    Ben snapped a picture of my scramble down some rocks on Second Beach.  And the trip isn't over, in fact it's just begun!  More to come!