I take in the fog and rain when I can. Let the mist fall around me. For as long as I have been traveling I have been enamored with Olympic. The way on some nights the clouds dance away from you. It is raining, but so lightly you can't be touched. The world moves slowly weighed down by the moss, the ocean, the mountains. I've felt my best there. I've also felt my worst. The weather can go from grey to torrent quickly.
You never leave the peninsula completely dry.
My first trip with Nicole to Olympic our waterproof tent flooded from the bottom up. Seeped through our sleeping bags, soaking us, soaking Franco, we had no choice but to give up, and go back to Seattle. I think Olympic is a place that is hard to leave though, I keep returning. Showing up dry, and ready to create, and retreating when the peninsula has had enough of me.
This is the place we push ourselves to create now, and to teach. Learning to deal with what you are given by nature makes for truly great moments on both sides of the camera. These are some of my favorite images from our first ever Olympic National Park nude in nature workshop with Nicole and Amber