I’m really amazed when I travel that I see so many different biomes in a single state or area. From corner to corner you can go from flat, wide-open spaces to sky-embracing mountains, deeply cut valleys, meandering river basins, high dessert plateaus – and all are beautiful.
This particular view was one I came upon while on horseback. I’m a total amateur at riding a horse, but love how you can delve into the deep wilderness so quickly and effortlessly riding on the back of such a spirited animal.
Hat’s off to my wrangler, Tina, a free spirit roaming the country picking up work she loves where ever she finds it.
A few weeks back, I wrote a piece about having an encounter with a Bear. As you can see from my feature pic, I have had another. This time, I was able to get a nice photo of this magnificent spirit.
You may have noticed that while I’ve been making posts to my Photo Journal, I usually don’t reveal my exact location. I do this for a number of reasons. One is I often see people on social media giving the play-by-play of everything they are doing and everywhere they are. They share their personal information as well.
And predictably, people doing this on Facebook have had their homes burglarized while telling everyone they’re soaking up the sun on the beach. I’ve also learned that privacy protections on social media platforms basically suck.
But I am going to make a post soon where I do reveal some locations, after the fact, because I want to make some fun comparisons.
In the meant time, appreciate this magnificent Grizzly 🙂
This is sort of an iconic image. A sole person testing his skills fly fishing in a mountain stream. I’ve never done fly fishing per se, at least not the way it is supposed to be done. But I do love fishing because I find it to be meditative.
Repetitious motion. Casting. Reeling. Casting. Reeling. Letting your thoughts drift.
Then there is the thrill of catching one, and in most cases for me, releasing it again. Although there have been times when I’ve eaten a few.
Many moons ago, I was in a remote part of southern Utah living off the land, and was catching trout by hand. Amazing. And nourishing on different levels.
It is said that to dream of fishing is to really be dreaming about spiritual pursuits. I like that image. And just looking at this one, I find it to be meditative. Relaxing. Letting inner thoughts fade into quietness . . .
I have to say that I haven’t always been that observant. We pass through time and places and forget to pay attention to the little things. Sometimes the very obvious things. As I travel, I now see that many of the communities I drive through are river cities. And it makes sense.
These towns and cities sprung up over a couple of centuries ago because there was a major source of water for drinking, agriculture, and for travel and shipping. Some of the cities have grown beyond the ability to provide fresh water and water tables are dropping.
I’m currently in a “land of water.” It surrounds me in all forms. I see it rushing down mountainsides, feeding rivers that cut deep valleys, forming lakes that stretch out over the horizon. Yet I’m reminded of the need to conserve and the residents here go to extraordinary efforts to collect and store water for the basics.
Water is life. We emerged from the ocean as a process of evolution. Our lungs and our kidneys maintain the salt water environment internally that our primordial species used to splash around in externally. Without pure water we would all perish. We can’t take it for granted. We must be observant 🙂
The Shawnee Indians called the Elk “Wapiti.”
I’m not sure there are enough words for these images.
Just so beautiful.
I think most people like lighthouses. They are very beautiful and each has its own uniqueness. We also like the image of having a warning light, or a light that helps lead us through a storm.
This seems to me to be a very troubled time in the world at large. When I’m out, I don’t see many smiles. I don’t hear much laughter. Happiness seems to missing in this fast-paced, hectic society. And people won’t find happiness chasing material wealth or from any external source.
We all need to venture inside. Find our spark. Light up our own inner house. Then venture outside.
When we do that, we see that happiness is contagious. Just smile and watch the people around you light up.
Be the lighthouse. Let your own light shine. Be the guiding light. The light of wisdom.
William-Adolphe Bouguereau – The Young Shepherdess
I loved this portrait and really thought it caught the essence of the subject. It truly amazes me that the artist has such talent. While I love photography, there is something about a fine painting that is so much richer.
The sun sets over the bay.
Imagine what our ancestors thought long before the science of astronomy. The Sun would disappear each day and you would not know if it would return. This giver of light, of heat, of life, extinguished.
This is why so many early religions worshiped the Sun. Gratitude for it returning each day. The source of many creation stories . . .
And we can all be grateful for our Grandfather, who cradles the Earth in its gravitational arms 🙂
A great irony of being in an urban environment is you’re able to see some animals, up close, that you would most probably never see in the wild. They are caged.
In some ways this helps to preserve species – ironically protecting them from us. In other ways it seems inhumane. They should be roaming freely.
But when you look at all of human life’s modern entanglements, perhaps we are caged too 🙂
Yesterday, I was able to get in about 7 miles of “hiking” in an urban setting. At some point I’ll put together a travel piece for that experience, but for now enjoy a little beauty I discovered along the concrete trail.
I still have to identify this one, as I do with so many other of my flower pictures.
The morning sun hit this one just right 🙂
As writers we are continually on the hunt for words. Words drive us. Words are our souls. And a couple of days ago I found one. This one is from the Sioux language and I think it is absolutely beautiful.
It means to place and hold in one’s heart.
It can be used to describe a special place or person or persons or, for that matter, any soul or anything where ever you might encounter it.
I just recently left a place and souls I have placed in my heart. Of course, there is already a collection of souls and places that occupy my heart too. My heart is filling up. It feels good. Warm and glowing. And even better to have a word to describe it.
Do you have a favorite word?
Photo: A lake shore from up in the north country. There are so many pictures I could choose of locations and special persons and animal friends that I really couldn’t decide which to use for this post. I might have to add an entire gallery under this same title 🙂
Found this little beauty on a hike by a lake in the high desert. It was about the size of a nickel 🙂
Scientific Name: Macroptilium gibbosifolium
Synonyms: Macroptilium heterophyllum, Phaseolus heterophyllus
Common Names: Variableleaf Bushbean, Wild Bushbean
Ah yes, Grandmother Moon 🙂
I was up at 5 this morning so I could capture the moon set. I took a series of images and the one above I caught right about 6 am. Here’s a few more in the series and a couple of fun ones with the help of the photo editor.