Silence is.

On November 30, 2015December 9, 2015 By Mike and Christy16 Comments

Looking across the San Luis Valley from Penitente Canyon on a chilly November afternoon. A beautiful place to take a walk and quiet the mind even when the sky is grey. Silence is indeed golden or better yet silent.

When nothing is sure something.

On November 28, 2015November 25, 2015 By Mike and Christy6 Comments

Looking out through the empty space that makes the arch an arch on a cool and cloudy afternoon. Arches National Park, Utah.

One Rainy Morning

On November 23, 2015 By Mike and Christy16 Comments

One rainy morning not so long ago on the West Coast of Vancouver Island. Color abounds even on a stormy Monday morning.

The leaf implies the seed.

On November 22, 2015November 22, 2015 By Mike and Christy28 Comments

The leaf implies the seed.

Infinite possibilites as Cottonwood leaves swirl in the breeze with Cottonwood seeds. A visual demonstration of the circle of life.

Wind and water

On November 19, 2015November 19, 2015 By Mike and Christy8 Comments

Wind and water waving hello on a stormy afternoon in the Pacific Ocean. Hello.

Sand and Sky

On November 18, 2015November 17, 2015 By Mike and Christy16 Comments

Working our way up the ridges towards the sky in Great Sand Dunes National Park. Being in a landscape of essentially two elements felt oddly strange and yet serene. Simple yet complex. On first glance simple but with each probe further the simplicity and patterns repeat. Sky and Sand then sand and wind and so it goes. November, 2015.

On a cloudy afternoon

On November 11, 2015November 17, 2015 By Mike and Christy21 Comments

Looking out from camp on a cloudy afternoon after a wet day of kayaking in the Acous Peninsula, British Columbia. I love the repetitive pattern of kelp, black rock, white rock that is prevalent in the landscape in this region because even cloudy days are filled with color.

The time between.

On November 9, 2015November 17, 2015 By Mike and Christy4 Comments

Obscured by clouds and firmly in the southern sky it’s time to let go those summer dreams and do a little dance for the snow to fly. Early November always feels like a long wait for winter and an even longer wait for summer.