Emma. Am me. I am me. Emma. -MyGhost Speaks
I've been surviving 2020 from the safety of the mountains of the Panhandle of Idaho. I am going to start writing soon. I want to. I think about it all the time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdntqghcvAc (Filmed 20 minutes from the small town Clark Fork I am proud to call home).
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A scene unfolding in springtime in the panhandle of Idaho, 2020. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pk5DZJ6DRdY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYfGOD3kBi4 Music by Andy Werth. A video I put together in trestle creek near Hope Idaho in these divided United States springtime, 2020.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-2c8KdDHpw It's too gray here to stay here? Well-that's what they say, I hear.
(I took this pic on shift with the ambulance in 2006 at Harborview Hospital, Seattle WA) The first time I came home after doing CPR, I was 22 years old and a first responder and firefighter with the Mukilteo Fire Department. I had always hoped I would experience the moment a patient sat up, gasping... Continue Reading →
Written in 1997 My brother and I took hammers, piles of wood leftover from Dad's woodshed, nails, tape measures, and saws. All were the foundation of our creation, youth being the age of limitless possibilites the giant maple tree the object of our creativity. We began with nails, simply pounding lumber against the flesh of... Continue Reading →