Sunday, March 29, 2015

"When you wake to the dream of now
from night and its other dream,
you carry day out of the dark
like a flame."

                      from The Dream of Now
                             by William Stafford

Still no current photos so I found some from a
Sept. walk to the pond in the Research Park. 
Leaves on water, a theme I have loved since I
received Eliot Porter's book In Wildness is the
Preservation of the World.

There have been evenings when the light
has turning everything silver, and like you
I have stopped at a corner and suddenly
staggered with the grace if it all.

                        from Waiting in Line
                           by William Stafford

And every walk, a happy dog.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

"Even in a country you know by heart
it's hard to go the same way twice.
The life of the going changes.
The chances change and make a new way.
Any tree or stone or bird
can be the bud of a new direction."

from Traveling at Home
by Wendell Berry

I have not been taking a lot of pictures lately so I decided to
finish off the photos for our trip to visit friends in Oct.
 I guess I have sort of missed winter this year. I find 
preparing to retire a bit more complex and stressful
than I expected. But all change is that way and by the 
end of April it will be time for new adventures and I 
have to say I am ready.

Again I love the rolling hills and the sky.

A prairie town in autumn, it's history, one snapshot 
in the life of the region, commemorated in a 
few iconic building and some lovely murals.

Looking forward to being an old dog in the sun.

" I know what I valued.
Last night I heard a coyote howling off the ridge
and went to the window.
In the darkness behind the glass
I saw myself, and behind my eyes the stars flew
into the pines."

                              from Last Nickle Ranch: Plains, Montana
                                           by David Bottoms