in all of its forms.
No water, no life. No blue, no green.
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.
Drink it in.
the storm.A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
One of my favorite things about summer is the storms that roll through late in the day.
The sun slips towards the horizon amidst the backdrop of a fast flowing river and I think to myself…the calm before the storm.
The perfect time for long exposure tripod shots.
The heady scent of rain mixes with cloud to cloud lightning and the trees dance.
I shoot until the rain begins to soak through my clothes and only then do I seek shelter.
I dry off and think about the storms that the upcoming week will bring…
will soon begin.What’s old collapses, times change, and new life blossoms in the ruins.
This beautiful nest lies just outside my bedroom window nestled in a cedar tree.
It reminds me that no matter how complicated things become, life goes on as usual in the background.
Find joy in every day. Don’t wish the trying times away, they are just as important to feel as the good times.
Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Some days are just golden; almost like an affirmation that the choices you’re making are right.
A friend is fond of telling me that if you just let go the universe will provide and I can no longer argue with that sentiment.
My week-end was amazing. The weather was incredible and the lake that I frequent couldn’t have been more beautiful. Afterwards, a perfect, early summer evening was graced with clear skies, some unusual aurora arc activity, and a fly over of the international space station.
This all leads me to have faith.
Have faith and keep your camera ready to capture the moments.
that grounds you.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it “the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.”
Edgar Allen Poe
It’s believed in Celtic tradition that natural objects such as a stone can anchor a thought.
Much like an altar can be a sacred place for prayer this same idea exists for me within the sacredness of natural places.
I’ve photographed at this location many times, at all hours of the day and night, and there’s something calming and centering about being there.
Magic really and all the better when shared…
home.There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.
Life’s a lot like a camera. You can slide it onto that auto setting and accept the images that it creates for you or you can take control and choose every setting yourself.
A friend once told me that if I could only let go the universe would provide.
She got “the look” followed by an eye roll just for emphasis.
However the science geek in me loves a good experiment so I did let go.
Turns out there really are a thousand ways to go home again.
an affirmation of beauty.When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
I celebrated the start of Earth Day by spending a good part of the night outside on a cot bundled up against the 34 degree temperature.
This year the celebration coincided with the Lyrid meteor showers and as an added bonus, the Northern Lights made an appearance.
The hooting from a Great Horned Owl resonated through the still night air.
Night time is time of rest and rejuvenation and for me nothing fills my soul more than connecting with the natural world around me. I didn’t take many photos last night because I wanted to just soak up the beauty of a clear night sky. We haven’t had many of those lately.
This past week was filled with so many exhilarating moments.
A lightning storm that sent hail cascading off of my metal roof in quantities that I have not seen before.
Another halo event, not as vividly colorful as some of the others I have had the good fortune to observe but this one brought me another rare arc from my bucket list; a Wegener arc, named for scientist Alfred Wegener who first discovered it.
Icing on top of the cake came in the form of confirmation and congratulations from renowned physicist Les Cowley of atoptics . Also visible, 22 degree halo, circumscribed arc, and parhelic circle all created by ice crystals in cirrus clouds.
I still recall a poster that I had when I was very young. It was a cloud chart.
Celebrate Earth Day and take a few minutes to soak in some of the beauty of your natural world.