They come no more together…

but their presence is felt and their story remains.DSC_9602-Edit

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

ee cummings

They came to the same place every year for 25 years.

When she passed away, he scattered her ashes there and this cross high in a tree keeps a vigil.

The story was told by someone who had been coming to that same place with his love for 20 years.

True, enduring love…

Right place…

right time.DSC_9126.jpgHe is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.


I had a special treat this week-end while visiting one of my favorite places, Schweitzer Mountain. The landscape was filled with bear-grass, a member of the lily family, in bloom, an occurrence that only happens every 5-7 years. Each plant only stays in bloom for a few days so photographing this is something that you need to take advantage of on the day that you see it.

As we walked amongst the blooms the air was filled with its faint fragrance and I felt that sense of satisfaction of being in the right place, at the right time, taking in the wealth of nature.


in all of its forms.DSC_8314

No water, no life. No blue, no green.

Sylvia Earle

There’s something magical about dew soaked landscapes in the early hours of sunrise.

A single leaf becomes a canvas for nature to paint on.

For me it’s almost always about the water. Where it falls, how it sounds, the taste of it, the feel of it, the smell of the earth after a rain.

Life affirming.

Drink it in.