Thank you Chicago for an amazing time!
travels
Beyond the pavement & dirt clogged air particles of NY
Over the mountains and meadows of the vast US
I revisit my native coast, C a l i
lake tahoe, ca
oakland, ca (Highway 13)
More photos to come… Here are some thought/s:
There is something so enriching about the nostalgic vibes that soar through my soul while I rest back home. In gapping walls and windows of reflection, I see into myself. More importantly, I hear the calling from the universe as a co-creator among the devine. The universe reminds me, while in California, I am grounded back to my earthy fashion. I hear bodies of water moving, and I can feel the blood streaming through my entire body. There is a magical realem I sneak off to, an explosion of infinite possiblities and growth. My health is made aware and I become as vitially important as the form of the world itself. I remember to nourish my heart with joy, my body with nutrients, and my soul with the pleasure of knowledge & surrend to the unknown.
I am reminded of the knowledge of ancient cultures, contemporary sub-cultures, and the awareness of self.
Some photos that are more saturated than others.
water snakes / pink bucket (floating market, Bangkok)
Raining at the Grand Palace
Floating Market Vendors , Bangkok River
here are some more photos from my first trip to thailand / poem.
fishing on the Bangkok river / 2012
window waking up morning #2
sanctuary of truth / 2012
All – Nippon – Airlines / waiting to arrive
broken glaciers from above 21,000 ft
sean michael , peninsula hotel / 2012
Airport Minded
By seeing all that is good and evil in the universe
Make all things alike
I see myself in all beautiful things
The Great Glaciers solid of white
Those are existent
However, broken into deep phantom blue oceans
Frosted by haunting feathers of clouds
I am touching those
I am oh, so close
With the dawn peaking shades of purple miasma
My soul escapes to nirvana
All that is miserable is within my misery
I follow the entrance, and you come to the door
Pretty dandelions grow beneath the old hawthorn
New and old, same soil for growth
Fertilizing and giving life to both
Everyone I meet is a mirror image of me
And every reflection a moment, you see.
We must be careful for wishing and searching
But be aware of accepting and finding
Atlas, my hands meet
To feel a hearts beat
Today is tomorrow
Feel deeply into joy and lightly into sorrow
The sunlight is the moonlight
Both brighten the sky
In shades of likeness between you and I
Goodmorning, goodnight
-Nicole Van Straatum / Jan 2012
holding / tasting dragons from Nicole Van Straatum on Vimeo.
exploration of the human curiosity of ‘fruitful’ discoveries. instinctual and sensual of the most essential thing to us- food.
Nothing says discovery other than enjoyment of new rituals.
Wednesday, February 1, 2ø12
8:45AM
Welcome back to New York City, my local Brooklyn café seats me. By the window and gloomy skies that compliment my ‘small americano, please’, bagel with hummus, not cream cheese. Playing songs on repeat, enchant me. Today would be ‘vagabond’ by Beirut on the Riptide album.
I would like to add a lot more personal content to this blog. Such as my travel journal; including photos, writing & videos.Recently, I returned from Thailand and have plenty to share.
chinese new year / temple of dawn
blurred roads entering Bangkok
Thai roof tiles