"On a whim I set out on a solo trip to the Olympic Coast, with one roll of film and the bare essentials. I was called by some internal force, to be “out there”, amidst the unknown, in communion with what I am and what I am not. The Coast was sacred ground, and here, on the trail, I was invited into the thick of it. Many had walked this path before me, seen in the surrounding muddied footprints, each a primary consciousness in search of meaning. What had those before me found, and what would I find on this journey?"

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 [page 1 of the photobook The Holy Coast]