This Winter Walk
and my thrill of a typically hidden winter terrain.
and my thrill of a typically hidden winter terrain.
and the sea spray all over our sun-baked faces.
for the gentle reminder to remain grounded in the midst of much revelry, commotion and undertakings obliged on ourselves time and time again.
and the sweetest thing swinging in it.
This ain’t no wandering path through dense thicket nor the shade of a grove of pines, but fairies must be around the bend dancing to the beats of the pitter patter of the start of rain. Along with gnomes, sprites … Continue reading
Voracious adventurous appetite is what these little guys displayed all afternoon…never did they let up. Good to see healthy, growing little beings full of heart without any limitations to their being. Brought up tender memoirs of boys that were once … Continue reading
Before we get all tawny as the classis coat of autumn tends to convert into these days, we are still enjoying the last of the transitional hues against the remaining greens even under ill-omened skies. The rain never came, a … Continue reading
Throw on your boots and a make a dash for the corn maze in the golden hour…pressure’s on to find the way out before dusk—walking just isn’t an option. You couldn’t tell from the dozen or so of photos that … Continue reading
It must have been the prayer from my breathor the Northern Flicker that escorted me through the woods.This bright home of coming to groundand the beckoning horizon of my life so far journeyed.Swept away here in the diming hour.This temple … Continue reading
I couldn’t let such a magnificent light pass through without at least one moment to enfold in its warmth, to be here, present…to break rhyme…hurry this season is shifting swiftly. But really I’m gonna savor every last drop of it.