Michelle McAfee Photography

Grants Pass I ❤️ You!!

10% of the population came out to No Kings 3 yesterday - around 4,000 people 😍

Here are few shots from yesterday's gathering. It was a fun, uplifting day.

Thank you High Country News for covering this story! 🌲

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The world needs more love. So, wherever you are, I'm sending you a Valentine - a bouquet of the last homegrown flowers from my garden. With a little monochrome art thrown in for good measure. If I could send you a hug with this bouquet, I would. The world needs more hugs too. I hope your day is filled with ease, warm food, good friends, and a little extra love. ❤️

I went to the Alex Pretti Candlelight Vigil in Grants Pass last night. It was solemn and heartfelt. Energized and quiet. Friendly and open. It made me want to sit down at a table with these folks over a cup of coffee and hear their stories, learn of their life. We need more of that in this world - just a cup of coffee on a table and connection. Until then, I hope we keep gathering like this.

This trip was one of a very few times in my life that I experienced -35 below zero. In 2016, I cabin/dog sat (Deisel!!) for a couple of weeks in McCarthy, AK, and after a few balmy days at 5℉, the mercury fell....and fell. The river froze in real time. I waddled across the footbridge in borrowed bunny boots, puffed up in layers of every piece of clothing I packed. I couldn't stay out long - I'm not acclimated. Is anyone, ever, for that? I stuck my fingers out long enough to take this photo.

I've been trying to wrap my head around how many days it's been even colder than that in much of Alaska this winter. How do you all do it? This is me, saluting you for being bad ass good sports.

Nizina Glacier, 2011 - Wrangell-St. Elias National Park.

A moment un-frozen in time. The river is always moving; braiding and carving through the canyon carrying tons of silt downstream where it will dump into the Chitina then the Copper rivers. If you flew this exact line today, it would look nothing like this. The glacier has pulled back a lot in the last 7 years, and the river goes where it wants – never in the same place for long.

Nizina Glacier, 2011; Wrangell-St.Elias National Park.

The toe of the glacier, melting, breaking, smashing into the next version of itself as water, amazes me. Ice, eons old, just lets go and surrenders to the greater forces of the Sun. It stops being ice, but starts being a river moving a gazillion times faster and farther in its new form until it meets the sea where it dissolves again.

Nizina Glacier, 2011; Wrangell-St.Elias National Park

Crackatoa. That's what my sixteen year old nephew called it when we were setting up camp above the banks of the lake. We heard a loud crack, a gunshot echoing off the walls of the mountains, and turned to see a massive chunk of neon blue ice flipping over and bobbing in the water until it flipped back over and settled its mass under the surface. "Crackatoa!!!!" That chunk must've been the size of a skyscraper when it was fully lofted. A mini tsunami sloshed back and forth in the bowl of the lake until eventually, the water calmed down as the new iceberg acquainted itself with the crowd and slowly floated downstream.

If you walked up to the shore of that lake 30 minutes later, you would never have known that shortly before, everything was cracking, crashing, sloshing around discombobulated, and in complete disarray.

It is so fulfilling and delightful when photos find their perfect home! Thank you Susan, for buying these Redwood images as a set. They now hang in her lovely home office.

"They are reminding me to breathe during my meetings!" —Susan

🙏🏼 Thank you Susan, for buying local art and supporting a local artist - much appreciated!

❤️ And big thanks to the Hivve Art Hubb for giving artists a home to show our work.

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Alice DiMicele and Andy Casad = pure magic.

is lucky to have these talented musicians singing good vibes into the world.

📷 Alice DiMicele Band at The Britt, Jacksonville, Oregon.

We surfed this cove and walked barefoot in the sand. You shared the secret of life here, and taught me how to let go.

Garth's Beach