Monica Multer

Nature’s gradient is a beautiful thing. The slight variations of color that follow you through the woods. The slow transition from one thing into the next. It is everywhere, it is always changing into something better and newer.

I love living in Santa Cruz, the people, the culture, the lifestyles. Everything about Santa Cruz is different. I love it because I enjoy people, I don’t have to go far to find a character, someone interesting to talk to, people who have lived life and want to share. There is so much potential here and that is what I love. Art lingers beneath the surface of everything. This is home.

Follow me You say as you run But how do I know Which way to run When you leave me tracks Leading in every direction Catch me You say with a laugh But how can I catch you If you were out of my grasp So long ago Out of reach Out of sight Out of my control We are running In two different directions Still trying to find each other But we are lost Not with each other this time But alone I will be waiting at the crossroads When you are ready To come home

Meet my creepy yet lovable “family”. We spent a night running around West Cliff in Santa Cruz having fun, being teenagers, and taking pictures. I just wanted to shout out to my best friends, LOVE YOU GUYS. I have so much fun when I am with you and you make me forget the things that make life hard. Thats what friends are for right? I am lucky to have friends like you guys. Even if Golnoosh gives me killer tackle hugs and Hailey has creeped me for nearly two years now xD you guys make my life. I hope you don’t need this post to know that though. ...

The waterfall of your heart Is drowning me Slowly but surely When I think the surface is near I find myself upside down The mask you once wore Is now attached to my face When did it happen Why didn’t I see That you were slowly killing me Your taint still won’t leave Following me like a shadow Just a step behind me That single step Seems to be getting closer every day Leading me down a path I saw but pleaded not to be It seems my words Meant nothing But here I am again Trying to escape Your shadows tyranny I can’t help but hate you It isn’t your fault I fell into your shadow And couldn’t get out The waterfall of your suffering Only hid mine Now I am suffering While you are free Drowning right in front of you And you can’t see me Through the screen of a waterfall That never ceases I reach out across the river Acheron But can never really escape You received a hand of help Where is mine I ask you Where is mine Or am I destined to forever lie In Acheron’s wake Drowning until you find me In the shadow of destiny

The best thing about my trip to Yellowstone is that it taught me how to understand animal body movement so I can predict what an animal is going to do and henceforth get an awesome shot of exactly what I want. Right place and the right time.

I saw you at a Flea Market or Farmers Market in Eugene, Oregon during a big rain storm. I loved your hair, the purple looked great. I wonder what you act like, you look eccentric but when I saw you I felt that you were very level-headed and quiet. Your image conflicted with your true self and I wonder if that is true or maybe just what I thought I saw. ...

I don’t know why but in Oregon there are so many sheep! We passed by dozens upon dozens of sheep flocks throughout Oregon. I must say they are some of the most adorable babies. They resemble my dog… We pulled over when I spotted this bunch of sheep, they were too cute to pass by. So I hung out the window to get these pictures of the little guys and their mom. They seemed somewhat amused at the entire spectacle. ...

Hi! My name is Artemis, and I am the guest blogger for today! How exciting is that! Does this annoy you that I am ending everything in an exclamation mark! Because it should! In real life, I don’t actually talk like this! I actually talk very monotone and it is quite boring and nobody listens to me wahhh wahhh well except my pet snake. His name is Pez. I picked him out from the pet store down the street when I was five, and he has been my best friend every since. One time I put him in an urn because I thought he would like it in there. He got stuck because he is a boa constrictor. I had to break the urn to get him out. ...