I recently went on a trip with my partner– We motioned through an “easy grade” in Mt. Tamalpais, walked and swam in Bolinas, hiked along the Estero trail in and around Inverness and Point Reyes. I loved to watch my partner’s stride, though admittedly I was also fixated on the plants and rocks surrounding us. Whole composite mountains, with rock-full amounts of compressed earth being released by the forces of weather, movement, and wind. Everywhere we went, I was drawn to collect small amounts of rock or soil.

I was inspired by that hour when the light feels weightless, and the shadows are very strong.

Shadows grow taller, rocks get smaller.

Then I noticed I was holding a soft mountain.