The title speaks for itself! Ev, Sam, and I went to the last game of the season on one of the very smoky days. Thanks for checking out my photos and subscribing to Bryn Mag! If you want any prints of my pictures email me at brynnilsen95@gmail.com with
Riley was listening to the birds for years before they died. I don't know exactly when they started understanding what the chirps and titters from above meant; nor do I know when they started communicating back with the birds. What I do know is that I will never
Sam and I stopped at the Ballard Locks on our way up to Everett for a wedding. We were really hoping that there would be some big ol' salmon making their way up the fish ladder, but unfortunately there weren't any making their run upriver at the
Xy and Izzy have moved in to my aparment complex so Uncle Bryn's Pool is now officially BIX pool! (Thanks to Finley and Soren for that one) The first two years I lived in my apartment the pool was closed due to COVID. By the time summer 2022
Pretty much everything reminds me of Riley, my younger sibling who died of a meth overdose in 2023, but Oregon Country Fair probably takes the cake for the time and place that I find most heavily saturated with Riley particles. Started in 1969 in Eugene as a fundraiser for an
Welcome to Bryn Mag! The worlds first and only Bryn Nilsen Magazine! This is the new official home for my photography. I will still be posting my photos on social media, but not in the same way and I will be using that to guide people here. I'm