And what a year! This post brings my total of years blogging to five. It’s been a good practice for me and a joy to connect with people from all over the world. I so appreciate the feedback and I love sharing my natural world with you.
New for this month because you know I like to be in full swing of new projects by the end of the year. Focused and already in a routine by the first…
I have 18,340 words written for my book. I am one quarter of the way to my goal! It just means getting up a little earlier, and this time of year that means the day’s writing is well under way by sunrise.
What are your goals for the new year? I’d love to hear them.
Happy New Year and thank you for reading and following it’s (almost always) about the water!
“The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he’s in the game. And once he’s in, he can’t go back, he’ll Beat his wings ’til he burns them black… No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. . . The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real, ‘Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal. And nothing fuels a good flirtation, Like Need and Anger and Desperation… No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real. . . ” Aimee Mann
For much of my time as a photographer, other than a series on dying kokanee, I’ve put my lens on beauty which is never in short supply in our natural world.
Lately though I feel compelled to tell a different story.
It’s not pretty but it’s there, right in front of me. and I’m finding it hard to look away.
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
On a recent trip to the mountains we had the great pleasure of seeing this guy munching away amongst the wildflowers that infused the meadow with color. The bear’s sense of smell is incredible so although I was a good distance away and using a long lens, he knew I was there.
I love that I have the opportunity to be in the presence of these large apex predators. When steps are taken such as proper food storage while camping in their backyard, everyone is safer, bear included.
For me it’s a thrill to have wildlife appear in a setting that is already filled with beauty. I’ve been at this very place throughout all of the seasons and I’ve never failed to be rapt in awe.
Like the rainbow after the rain, joy will reveal itself after sorrow.
Divorces are messy and no matter how hard you try to create that pathway to exit with the least amount of collateral damage, it doesn’t happen. Emotions run raw and guilt is the order of the day regardless of whether you were the one who left or the one who was asked to leave.
Moving forward takes a leap of faith and careful navigation through the ensuing storms.
Life is funny though and it turned out that my plan of living a quiet solitary life was not how this story would end. A friendship that began over 35 years ago was rekindled after we both had separated and were in the process of ending long marriages.
The left hand side of the double rainbow in the image above marks the spot that we had chosen the day before, as we wandered through our campsite, to hold our wedding ceremony. Just one of many perfect signs that led to this day.
It wasn’t fancy. It was a small collection of eclectic family and friends and the moments that were shared we will never forget.
The biggest life lesson for me is that you really don’t know the plan for you but if you stay true to yourself you can weather any storm that lies ahead.
Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.
I love a good storm. There’s something about it that makes you feel alive. It engages all of your senses in a way that never happens on a sunny, clear day.
Clouds scud across the sky and if you’re lucky some of the more unusual cloud formations appear. These mammatus clouds appeared ever so briefly, perhaps 4 minutes, but it was amazing to watch them develop and slip away into a swirl of gray.
So excited to add them to my ever growing collection of clouds.
I planted my self in the middle of a great many Glasses full of Dew, tied fast about me, upon which the Sun so violently darted his Rays, that the Heat, which attracted them, as it does the thickest Clouds, carried me up so high, that at length I found my self above the middle Region of the Air.
Cyrano de Bergerac
It’s been a great week and today I’m just feeling really content. Good news abounded and nature threw in some beauties as well. This image of crepuscular rays was also an EarthSky “Today’s Image”, always an honor for me and a good reminder of why it’s important to carry your camera with you.
Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler state of being which we may strive to attain.
What a beautiful sight to see. These giant birds soaring high up in the thermals.
Photographs so often trigger memories and I was reminded of a summer day in Miami training with my Search and Rescue team. I was “dogless” as I was still waiting for my bloodhound to be shipped down from Washington state so my assignment was to join a member of the ultralight team that we had partnered with to fly in an ultralight.
We had staged a missing person scenario and I would be spotting from the air and reporting back to our dog teams.
It turned out to be an amazing experience and as I watched the pelicans high above me I had just the slightest sense of their freedom.
This weekend is a special one and I’ll take this as a sign!