I just really like these pictures, and if I were a more astute naturalist, I'd be able to tell you what plant this is - but I'm not, and I can't..though maybe Black Eyed Susan, or some version of Sunflower. That's the best I can do. I'll wax philosophic, or poetic...or something on all of... Continue Reading →
“The shallow-minded modern who has lost his rootage in the land assumes that he has already discovered what is important; it is such who prate of empires, political or economic, that will last a thousand years. It is only the scholar who appreciates that all history consists of successive excursions from a single starting point,... Continue Reading →
the eons spread out behind you, culminating in this, here, right now. This is not the trajectory of just my life, but that of all lives, all breezes, all seasons, so that I may sit, here, alone, waiting for the rain.
Woke up this morning to some pretty dense fog, so the kids and I hurried out for a "mysterious" walk in the woods. The birds were silhouettes only as they flew from tree to tree.
For the few of you who are actively following, here are some pictures from my favorite spot by Salt Creek Woods. I've been going out regularly, and I have a number of pictures and thoughts that I need to share, but all my time is being eaten by some other commitments. I hope you like... Continue Reading →
All is still. Then you hear the breeze. You hear it before you see it, and it's felt before it's seen. Somewhere in the distance, in the treetops back behind you. Moments later, off to the side and up the trail, you notice the smallest of branches and leaves in the thinnest of saplings begin... Continue Reading →
Sitting still in the middle of the field. One tree South of me making a racket, letting the world know that there's a breeze blowing. A million leaves flapping in unison. The grasses and flowers are going to seed, covered in dew, sparkling and billowing. What few clouds move quickly along and the sun shines... Continue Reading →
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