Streams of Silver: Remember Me

An airdrop to all of my holders as of December, 2022.

This photo was captured on the coast of Oregon, through a hole in a concrete wall that separates the mountain from the sea. Some moments are burned into my brain and this is one of them. Kassidy and I had spent weeks on the coast searching for land with our best friends, trying to make this dream of permanently parking our firetruck house out west a reality. We love the road, but had been craving stability. We had many talks about what life might be like "settled down" for the first time in over four years, and we had talked about this dream up and down the beaches watching dogs play and listening to the waves roar. On this particular day, we chose to let the dream go. We got some tragic news that turned us around and pushed any plans to settle on the west coast as far away as possible. This is the last photo I took before we started driving East, and in a way it captures all of our feelings in that moment at once... Something beautiful that doesn't belong to us... too far away to call our own, but we can still peer through the tightening grip of reality and imagine what it might be like someday. The dreamlike state of the fog and the waves sets the tone of our hearts as we start the engine. Some things aren't meant to be kept, and that is a truth that we must often learn the hard way. Maybe this shot is more meaningful to me than it might be to anyone else, but I think many of us have felt that pain of something we love slipping away. Maybe you've felt it too, anon.