Spokane Memories

I lived in Spokane, Washington from April 2012 to August 2014. It was a time of spiritual discovery, a journey that I took with people that I still count among my closest friends. I remember pumpkins dotting the earth, the silence of ice at twilight, and art deco monoliths baking in the sun. I watched ravens serenade a hilltop wedding and danced all night until the sky tore and the light illuminated the vineyards. I slept through the rush of midnight trains and awoke to the slow drift of snow. I roasted tandoori chicken in the cool of evening, planted a garden on a friend’s hillside, and snow-shoed up Mt. Spokane. I carved powder down a mountainside and scrambled up a rock face. I turned pine needles under my heel as I pounded through forest trails, delighting in the grace of the body and the effortless surge of youth. I plunged into a lake in Idaho, watched the moon bathe the faces of my friends, and bade farewell to those whose lives drew them elsewhere. I served meals to drug addicts and played Magic: The Gathering with street kids. It was two and a half years of life, raw and full, lived in intentional community with other followers of Christ. I count myself fortunate for having made Spokane my home.

These photos attempt to capture the contours, the feel of this place and its many nuances.

Sunset Junction