I Actually Like Florida!

Who would have guessed a PNW-born gal like myself could fall so damn hard for the Southern style? What we hear about Floridians on this side of the country isn't always the most flattering news, and it turns out there's so much more to the state than I, and most people, ever knew!

We started in half-dressed sexy MIA, off to the flat and liberal Gainesville sprinkled in nightmarish creatures, fresh and white sanded Casey Key on the Gulf, then to historic St. Augustine and Jacksonville on the Atlantic side you could eat your way through. What a diverse, fun, poisonous-animal but oh, so tasty state you are, Florida. It's all that and more that got me. Or maybe it's that Southern drawl? All those, "darlin's" and "sweet child's" can make your heart melt several times a day. 

I've had a lot of rad trips, adventures, and experiences but this one ––a road trip around the northern part of Florida–– takes the gold. It may even beat rock climbing in Queensland, New Zealand, skiing powder in Nagano, Japan, or even infinite glacier views of Alberta, Canada from camp. Perhaps it was the company? This Florida-raised man I met is a pretty remarkable tour guide and we both really, really enjoy food, the hot sun, and a strong tequila on the rocks with lime (cue nickname; Dreamboat).

Here are a few photos to flip through for a sense of the trip. Not pictured: fried green tomatoes, raw oysters, conch fritters, margaritas, seafood festivals, houses on STILTS, FIREFLIES!, sandy butts, a group of Pelican's trying to eat a puffer fish and failing, Cuban coffee, new friends, truck problems, a boat ramp full of entertainment, hot sauce galore, morning beach runs, and so much love! 

Here's an "outtake" reel of iPhone shots for a few smiles: 

Københaven Details

Have a looksie at what we saw while roaming around Københaven, Denmark in late March. 

My take-away from this trip is a simple, life changing one; go into your backyatd for cooking ingredients. 

The Lovely Loloma Lodge, McKenzie Bridge, Ore.

by Jacqueline Smith

This place is a dream. A lovely one. 

I've spent the past couple weeks around the Loloma Lodge (Lolo) property on the McKenzie River capturing the grounds before it becomes the next commercially-published destination resort of Oregon. I already feel as though I have a second home on the lush side of the Cascades––minutes from HooDoo to ski before and after a stay (think, "Thrifty Thursdays" for an extended weekend of badassery).  

Lolo's earthy, rustic charm is getting an overdue update––slowly and intentionally, not to become anything it's not––but documenting its current state almost felt like an editorial project. Even so, my eye tends to primarily find colors, lines, and textures as you can see in the images below. 

With its new owners full of vision and energy, Lolo is on it's way to a broader audience. It brings me ear-to-ear to imagine the influx of people that are about to experience the natural magic of this place married with the young minds and ideas of today. It's the ultimate project in my book. I cannot wait to see and share the harmonious result of technology meeting the wilderness. 

Host a family weekend, yoga retreat, wedding, or getaway with your notebook and camera during the week.

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Time on the Baja California Sur, México

by Jacqueline Smith

This is when I become especially sappy and romantic --even more than normal–– traveling to warm places tugs at my heart. Quickly, I enter the kind of mental state that I adore my own self most in. Yes, I adore myself. At times. Times when I'm really funny. When I climb a 5.10 route. When I can tap into an inner-creative-happy place. When I'm warm and sun-kissed all over. (Intense, long mid-day beach runs releasing dopamine and adrenaline may also play a small part.)

My digital camera has been solely used for "business purposes" until this southern trip. Only film was for playing and capturing textures! Not this round. I brought one Canon L series lens and had no direction, plan, or intent. How fun and simple is that?

Here's a textural, even sometimes blurry reel of landscape moments I loved in Baja. There are quite a few cactus snaps because I volunteered to do some yard work duties in the desert –– a new appreciation for prickly plants was found. Next time I'm bringing leather gardening gloves!  

Smudge it: Desert Sage Smudge Sticks

One of the many, many perks of living in a desert-scape is the wild sage brush.

Lucky me –– being born here and shown the ropes of foliage at an early age –– we've bundled and burned sage next to candle lights since the beginning. 

In our world, burning sage is a cleansing ceremony to help bring a space to neutrality.  

Our Sage Smudge Sticks are gathered from public lands in Oregon deserts. Funny enough, these photos were taken in our backyard under the Ponderosa pine trees where sage grows less frequently. 

This hand-harvested and hand-wrapped in cotton string sage will purify any space when burned. Use weekly or for special occasions as it feels right. Enjoy the lingering smell of the desert sage grown under the hot, dry sun.