in the aftermath.
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.
We were in Waterton National Park last fall and left the day before the park was closed due to a rapidly approaching forest fire that ultimately burned over 47,500 acres.
This summer upon my return I was pleased to see the resilience of nature. Bright bits of green and wildflowers brightened the scarred landscape and all around you could see signs of recovery.
Life is about challenge and waiting for a completely clear path is immobilizing. For every obstacle that is removed another will inevitably take its place.
For me this image is a visual reminder that not everything is permanent and that the quality we need to strive for is resilience.
Adaptation in the face of adversity.
Believe you can and you’re halfway there.
I believe that we never feel as old as we actually are and that it is never too late to start over again.
I believe that a soul mate exists and that they are someone who accepts every quirky thing that makes you who you are and loves you in spite of those things.
I believe that the sky is one big canvas that on some days remains blank, lacking in inspiration, and on other days blows your mind with beauty and creativity.
I believe that it’s the challenges that make us grow.
I believe in celebrating each day.
What do you believe in?
and instinctual warning.
Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Some people never get to see a bear in the wild. I consider myself very lucky to have seen nine on my camping trip so far. Granted a couple were a little too close for comfort but being with someone who has had a lot of experience around them has been invaluable. It may have even stopped me from being lunch for a Grizzly!
This black bear, number seven, was brought to our attention by my Staffordshire Bull Terriers as he ambled by our camp, hidden by thick growth, a mere 20 paces away.
Their behavior has changed since their first bear encounter and now with noses in the air and throaty growls we know that we are in the presence of a bear.
Game little dogs those staffys and as always, I am amazed by their instincts.
off the end of a brush.
Energy and motion made visible-memories arrested in space.
Sometimes it’s her office; other times her place of sanctuary. As we glided across the smooth surface it wasn’t the scenery enveloping this beautiful lake that caught my eye, it was the swirling of imagery through the water. There one moment and erased the next by a single sweep of the paddle.
Paint flowing off of the end of a brush onto a blue canvas.
I like to capture something different in a landscape. I look for those things that are fleeting and not repeatable, often imagining how many times a landscape has been photographed exactly the same way: same light, same settings, same perspective.
It’s almost always about the water…
to still have your Dad
My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
Clarence Budington Kelland
I was thinking about fathers this morning and reflecting on what makes a man a “good father”.
There are the easy ones like my Dad where no matter what I did or said that I wanted to do, he was always incredibly supportive and never failed to make me feel that I would succeed.
My father passed away far too soon and often seeing interactions between fathers and their children makes me feel envious and I think to myself I hope they know how lucky they are.
My father worked a lot when we were young but looking back on childhood memories, we always had the best family excursions. We didn’t do the Disney trips or Maui holidays, we camped, canoed, fished, and sailed. I’m sure that’s where my passion for photography began.
Looking at the men in my life who are fathers I see men who take time for their children and ones who make personal sacrifices for their children. I’m not sure that’s always recognized.
I hope that I let my father know often enough just how much he meant to me and I hope that if you’re among the lucky ones who still have a Dad, that you’ll take the time to let them know too.
Happy Father’s day!
try to shed a little light.
When you start hiding things away, that’s when the darkness creeps up. Sunlight is the best disinfectant.
This week’s events hit a little too close to home for me.
While I certainly had no immediate connection to either Anthony Bourdain or Kate Spade other than reading his books or carrying her handbag, their suicides did get me thinking about my own brother who many years ago, chose the same path.
Starting today, there is never a better time to start listening to people.
When you ask how are you…really listen to the response.
If someone bites your head off and it doesn’t exactly connect with the situation…look a little deeper.
A little compassion goes a long way and as one of those people who can lock up internal struggles very well, just know that your actions can make a difference.
Happy birthday, Trevor.
I hope that you know how much you are loved and missed.
to take a few stairs.
The vision must be followed by the venture. It is not enough to stare up the steps-we must step up the stairs.
One of the things that I’ve been working on is living in the moment. For me that means appreciating what’s good in my life and not dwelling on those things that could be better.
Those things will resolve over time and as is life, others will no doubt come in their place.
I’m trying to remember that I have a choice to make each day. I can be happy and content or I can dwell in those things that are beyond my control.
Today looks like a great day to take a few stairs…