A little tribute to a good friend that we often hear singing from the junipers and shrubs which line the fields close by. Dark-eyed Juncos keep us company rain or shine and through wind and snow.
Tag: philosophy
A Cold Fog
Sometimes it’s warm and foggy and other times it’s cold and foggy. This was a morning the earth could see it’s breath and I was looking for an extra layer to wear under my old down jacket.
Winter Trees
In the Winter trees we may see meaning beyond words.
Fractal Patterns exposed.
2021: let quiet speak
Let 2021 be a year that we let quiet speak and actions mean more than words.
Wishing you all health and happiness in this upcoming year.
Anew
Hey what’s this?
The world dusted in snow.
To wake up and find the world anew.
Christmas 2020
Within the stillness of the fresh new snow is the sound of the trees reflecting on water not yet frozen by winters chill.
Wishing you a wonderful and very merry Christmas.
Decembers Light
The mid-December sun, traveling low across southern sky casts long shadows on the icey blue face of a small pond and gently lights the landscape beyond. Decembers light is like no other and helps me keep track of the time like no wall calendar or wristwatch can.
At Sunset
Putting another day to bed while taking a long look at what felt like a very short sunset. Now the lakes are frozen over and sunset comes all too soon yet each day brings something special. Looking back as a way of looking forward to today.
White-Crowned Sparrow
Perched in the willows along a mountain lake a White-crowned Sparrow enjoys the autumn sunrise. Photographed over two months ago yet it feels like just yesterday.
D0 you ever get the feeling that time sure seems to speed along at different rates sometime slow and sometimes fast yet always marching on?
Have another wonderful weekend.
Just one thing…
There are days when the distinctions between between plants and rock, rock and animals and earth and sky seemingly disappear and all become just one thing. Lizards take on the colors and textures of the rocks in which they make their homes.
The song of a Canyon Wren fills the air along a canyon rim where bird stone and sky meld into one.
The stone of the landscapes waves as if water and becomes one with sky.
Textures, colors and shapes all just patterns in the landscape becoming a single thing.
Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend.
