In the matter of three weeks I wander through three very different ecosystems: tide pools on the Pacific, foothills of the Rockies, and grasslands in the Great Plains. Each possesses a distinct character, different choices from the earth tone color palette, different intensity of its main surface (water, plants, rock) and a unique quality to its definition of clouds and sky … though all rolling, all expansive.

At closer look, there are a myriad of similarities, and an equal amount of differences. But what strikes me as I look back over these adventures, is the nature of waves. We tend to think of that term rolling across bodies of water, but the winds’ effect on both snow and grass, offers a wave quality to these other seemingly austere landscapes.

Just as I might bob up and down with the ocean waves, or meditate to the rhythmic pulse at the break point, so goes my mind into a trance with the rolling grasses and the undulating snow. I might be moving along at a quick jogging pace, but this realization is captivating. I can only stand still and soak it in, enjoying the impermanence and constance of the movement.