Flowers That Fly

Perhaps it would be best to just let the mystery be. But I can’t. How did all these migrating Monarchs find an organic clover field next to a stand of pines in central Ohio? It’s not as though they’ve always been doing it because the clover field hasn’t always been there, nor have the pines for that matter. Did one lone butterfly stumble across…

Whisper Of Spring

On some days in early spring the whisper of life is not heard above the howl of wind through still bare branches of waking trees. A warm embrace under sunny blue skies one day turns into a gray freezing flurried rebuff the next. With it’s fits and starts spring makes doubters of us all. The woods do not yet invite. A stark barren seemingly…

Nature In The Time Of Covid-19

It may go against our initial reaction, but if it illuminates a greater understanding and appreciation of life and it’s inter-relatedness, we are blessed to live in the time of Covid-19. Not since before to the advent of modern medicine and most notably antibiotics, has serious illness and death been so relevant to the way we live our daily lives. Stories of mass death…

Celebrating The Season

When I was a kid growing up in Michigan, I wished for a white Christmas and hoped the snow, with periodic additions of fresh whiteness, would stick around until spring. While my wish was never completely realized, being 150 miles north of where I live now, winter was a more satisfying if not tiring experience. (Images may be clicked on for a better view)…

A Little to The West – Black Canyon of The Gunnison

We were heading west to the mountains and deserts of Colorado and Utah. Our new to us Lance 1995 travel trailer and GMC Yukon tow vehicle were acquired primarily, or so we thought, to explore and photograph the natural wonders of Florida for two months each winter. But now in the high plains of eastern Colorado where interstate 70 finds little reason to alter…

Waiting

. In the clear cold of a December morning, as a last leaf gently floats down from a branch reaching high toward blue sky, while below water battles ice for rule over silver ribbons that mark now too obvious wooded ravines, and a piercing sharp sun leaves behind deep shadows exposing naked trees and fading leaf covered hillsides, the land quietly waits for a…

No Expectations

. Walking in the wood’s morning stillness, . on late autumn fallen leaves that recent rain left damp with saturated color, . as kinglets with their quiet sounds teased flitting from branch to branch never pausing quite long enough, . I found myself with no expectations content to listen to the voice of the day. . *** Thanks for stopping by.