Letting go is colored by our perception but it’s colorful none the less. Trees shed their leaves showing us that after all else has been stripped away we are still there, we can be reduced to nearly nothing, yet we are still there beneath everything we have adorned ourselves with. “Wherever you are, there you are.” There is something to be gained from loosing what has been so precious. This is the nature of the life/death/life cycle which is in natural alignment with the lessons of Scorpio season. Nature demands we let go of old forms entirely. A cycle ends…
Everyday’s A Holiday
This landscape is magic, potent, wise, and alive. So many stories embedded within its layers. Stories you begin to hear the quieter you become in her presence.
Twin Lakes Hike, Colorado
Settled deep within the Elk Mountain Range sit the pristine Twin Lakes. Majestic peaks surround the turquoise blue waters where fisherman cast lines and others come to enjoy the solitude.
The First State of Delaware
Delaware, while it sure has many flaws, it has its treasures too. After all it is nicknamed “The Small Wonder”. Nestled within nuclear chem plants, an absurd amount of shopping centers, overpopulated highways, and a violent stricken city exists an array of ancient trees, lush -almost tropical landscapes, an assortment of preserved native plants and what’s left of the country. Rolling green hillsides, tulip polars and great white beech trees, the pungent fragrance of a fertile land, and the evening symphony of crickets and cicadas (or perhaps the roar of the Atlantic) all make up a small fraction of the…
Summers Simple Pleasures
The clouds above moved gently from the breath of summers breeze. Cloud shadows cast overtop the landscape shifting the perspective with each gust and carrying faint scents of hardy foliage. The sun was rising overhead blanketing the earth in its warmth, ascending in the sky, as we were ascending the mountain one purposeful step at a time. Nothing but the sounds of the winds whispers and my camera’s shutter. The best sounds. Flowers reached out to the blue sky- begging for rain- but bowing in gratitude to the light. “Survival can be a struggle” I note. One that ebbs and…