As the sun rose the moon set.
A silent rhythm heard.
And so the day began.
Tag: philosophy
American White Pelican
No matter how often and for how long, seeing American White Pelicans on alpine lakes in Colorado and Wyoming, in the Sandhills of Nebraska or just in the City of Denver always seems just a bit odd. One of those things you experience over and over and should register as normal but just isn’t. Anyway, this good looking Pelican is perched on Lake John on a cloudy and cold spring day near Walden, CO.
That spot
You know that spot. The one you stop at and look at every time. Not the most spectacular or mind boggling landscape but the one that just makes you stop. I am sure we all have one or two or maybe three. They nourish and bring peace. They make the world have sense and meaning. You know that spot and it knows you.
Everywhere I go that spot seems to be in trouble. How can we help?
Seeking Solitude
An evening rain left frozen pools that had just begun to thaw and clouds lingered throughout the day. Yet all in all it was a perfect hike and one just right for seeking solitude.
Canyonlands National Park, Utah.
A promise fulfilled
It’s always nice to have something you can count on. Although it may not always occur on your schedule or terms nature always makes good on the promise of spring.
What the Turkey said?
In a yard on a quiet side street Mule Deer were resting and wild Turkey hanging out. It all seemed quite bucolic. However one specific Turkey caught your eyes as we quietly drove up. She was staring up at the Christmas lights wrapped around the tree with what could only be described as a perplexed and annoyed look in her eyes. As we rolled down our car window to take this photo I swear I heard the Turkey say “Jeez….Christmas lights still up and it’s almost April”.
Have a great weekend.
Without words
Without words much is said.
By not knowing much is known.
A wondrous morning begins in the hills of the Lamar Valley.
Better than coffee?
While not my typical triple Americano a beautiful mountain sunrise warms the bones and gets the day off to a great start just like a fine cup of joe.
Like Ghosts
The fur on the Pronghorn has become paler as winter progressed and now they move through the snow covered grasslands like ghosts with eyes that keep track on your every move. Like ghosts moving through the snowy landscape.
neither here nor there
Neither here not there but both at once.
A journey to a timeless place.
Feels like being home.
nature has no boss 
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