My first time seeing this heron and its lovely plumage when I went running around Bayou St. John one late summer morning.
Fall never arrives all at once…
Taking a break from the chaos.
I found a peacock last year, as I walked around Hacienda Collpa near Cajamarca, Peru. He was wandering around the garden outside a small chapel, which seemed…
In the garden.
A few weeks ago, I found myself in De Soto National Forest, hiking and camping, feeling the cold, nightly air and seeing the stars.
Mountain and sky heal the heart. Some thoughts while in Boulder, at 5,000 feet above sea level.
I’ve been quiet for a few weeks, thinking about what it all means? This rabbit hole, post-election, post-truth world.