Summer Solstice from Paradise Divide, Colorado. ©Victoria Lise 2018.

Paradise Divide Sunset, Colorado

On the first day of Summer and the day that graces us with the longest daylights hours we left work just before dusk to chase the solstice light. There was no guarantee I would capture anything but a memory which would have been more than enough. We were exhausted, burned out from too much labor and not enough play or even sleep. We didn’t even have a location in mind so we just drove. Drove down a dirt road with no destination. We’re beyond lucky in that way, to be able to have dirt roads within reach, mountains one can…

Alpine sunflowers cover the valley floor below Gothic Mountain, Colorado. ©Victoria Lise 2018.

A Colorado Mid-Summer Dream

The land is once again dehydrated, dry, and drought. The air torrid and dust stricken. And the fire danger heightened back to extreme. Parts of Colorado are still ablaze and from the predictions of my weather app we are still quite a few days out from a small, small chance of rain. However, the hearty alpine wildflowers continue to bloom enlivening the thirsty landscape. Fields are full of alpine sunnies, mules ear, lupines, wild rose, purple aster, scarlet gilia, paintbrushes and those I’m not as well acquainted with and cannot yet call by name. They sway in the mid-summer winds…

Victoria Lise in a Rocky Mountain Wildflower Field with Styx. 2016.

Field Of Dreams Crested Butte, Colorado

Summer solstice ahh! This is probably my favorite day of the year, the celebration of the summer season. Long sun soaked days, warm balmy nights, the simple sounds made by the birds and the bugs, the contrast of bluebird skies and lush green landscapes. And then here in Crested Butte there’s the bounty of glorious wildflowers. It is truly unlike anything I’ve been witness too and keeps me longing for summers return. The feeling is relative to standing underneath a waterfall of fireworks only better because the magic isn’t manmade. No one landscaped the wild, there was no miracle grow…

Fathering Forgiveness

There were many years I didn’t speak to my father on Fathers Day. Many years I didn’t even know him or whether he was alive or dead. Most would have filed him under the deadbeat dad category never realizing the impact the judgements and assumptions had on the daughter. The daughter of a deadbeat. About 8 years ago on the eve of a humid Fathers Day we sat in a workers cabin surrounded by tulip poplars on the curve of a Delaware back road. Me, my dad, and Alex. We sat there for hours until I hit a wall emotionally….

A Wall of Televised Truths. East Jesus Art. © Victoria Lise 2018.

Slab City and East Jesus

Some end up there because of hard times, some choose to park it there during the tolerable winter months, others prefer the outskirts of society. Veterans, snowbirds, runaways, artists, a kaleidoscope of colorful characters occupy the barren desert acreage that many would describe as post apocalyptic.