"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.

"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