Sunday, September 27, 2020

Mountain Road Trip - Continued


                       "The practical importance of the preservation of our forests
                       is augmented by their relations to climate, soil and streams. "

                       - John Muir

Friday, September 25, 2020

Road Trip - We found a lovely spot for lunch with friends

 

“A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else.”

 John Burroughs

Thursday, September 24, 2020

Road Trip Photos Continue

 “In every act of looking there is an expectation of meaning.”

—John Berger

Monday, September 21, 2020

Road trip to the mountains - rock

 


 "The rocks are not so close akin to us as the soil; they are one more remove from us; but they lie back of all, and are the final source of all. Time, geologic time, looks out at us from the rocks as from no other objects in the landscape."

John Burroughs


Saturday, September 19, 2020

Flicker



  “Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.”

From Lord of Light
by Roger Zelazny (May 13, 1937 – June 14, 1995)


Saṃsāra or Sansar (Devanagari: संसार) is a Sanskrit word that means "wandering" or "world", with the connotation of cyclic, circuitous change.

Monday, September 14, 2020

Atomic Sleep

 

“a series of luminous tracks that betray invisible electrons startled from atomic sleep,”

D. G. Jones

Friday, September 11, 2020

Yamnuska Wolfdog Sanctuary - Our Yamnuska Pack


Nova and Nickki

Yesterday we visited the Yamnuska Wolfdog Sanctuary outside of Calgary. Part of our tour involved spending 40 minutes with the Yamnuska Pack. These were beautiful, shy and gentle animals. The discussion with our guide was quite informative, but I am not going to paraphrase it and risk getting something wrong. Go see them for yourself or read the information on the website and make a donation.



Zeus


Nikki

“We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate for having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein do we err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth."

From The Outermost House: A year of Life on the Great Beach of Cape Cod
by Henry Beston



Saturday, September 5, 2020

Perhaps


"Perhaps there is a Golden Age someplace, a Renaissance  
for me sometime, a special time somewhere, somewhere 
but a ticket, a vista, a diary page away."

from This Moment of Storm
by Roger Zelazny