There is nothing unique, or even particularly exciting about pointing out spring colors, about relishing in the hues of this most lovely season. Since poets and artists and storytellers began their craft at the dawn of humanity, we have remarked … Continue reading
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Quite certainly frozen in its moment, rocks and trees and plants and waters stand still. Organized in such a way to catch the attention of the methodical walker. Patterns and lines, color and light, halt our steps, lock our eyes, spur … Continue reading
I wonder today, as I often do, about the never-ending quest for the known locations. The ways we strive for the famous spots. And the degradation of their dramatic beauty as we tromp across the little space that’s left well … Continue reading
I dare myself to follow the indistinct path that runs along the fence line at the back of the viewpoint. The fence keeps me from going farther into the open space, but at least there is some natural reprieve from … Continue reading
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The park across the street, tucked up against a major interstate, used heavily for organized recreation, dog walking, and playground fun, never ceases to amaze me with the unfolding of nature season after season. Gratitude to the park manager and … Continue reading
In contrast to newness, many, many places feel familiar. Vistas and view points, places to sit and contemplate, places to hide from crowds on certain days of the week, trees and streams that glisten in the right light for your … Continue reading
So much has already been said about clouds. And how could it not be so? So often around us. Always changing, shifting, moving. Offering patterns and shapes to the sky, ripples and refractions of light, alerts to the oncoming storm, … Continue reading
In most every walk there are frames of wonder. Pausing at each, can turn a short stroll into an extensive adventure. But just one close examination, embeds a memory of a walk along the Central Oregon Coast with a mentor … Continue reading
I assume that once hollowed, there comes a moment when the structure can no longer hold. And in a flash, the tree explodes and crumbles, crashes to the ground and shatters into sound. I assume. Because as the proverbial tree … Continue reading
What more needs to be said than simply that; newness invokes the beginner’s mind. And it is that beginner’s mind that lights up when we travel, triggers synapses and dopamine responses, fuels creativity, fires up the hot savor of life. … Continue reading
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