So much can captivate our attention when wandering: wildlife moving through the landscape, variations of a bird chorus, wind rolling clouds across the sky, a lone tree standing high above a meadow. Or this. Blankness filled with texture. A seemingly … Continue reading
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Photos are intriguing: they can capture so much. But when I look back on these images decades from now, will I remember the important details happening behind and around each photo? The call of the meadowlark as the grass stirs and whispers … 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
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After the cold air subsides, or at least warms up slightly, there’s that moment of getting out the door. We chase the sun, or the light, or just the fresh air that comes with every storm. Nothing is uncommon, the lake … 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
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
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
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As winter arrives, I am reminded of its unique beauty. The distinct whites and blues and yellows of the season. A coyote crossing the frozen waters of an urban lake. The patterns and textures of snow across grasses. The shapes … Continue reading
I often have the same thought landing and walking somewhere new: all my life this has gone on here. Waves have rolled onto this coast; the wind has whipped against these trees; families have driven up this dirt road and … Continue reading
Something from the Vault: Volume #3 “Screw the trail. I’m tired of the trail!” Michael yells over the gusting wind at the top of 13,054 foot Mt. Dana in Yosemite National Park. “It’s the best way to the car,” I … Continue reading
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