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

—John Berger

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

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)

https://georgerrmartin.com/about-george/friends/in-memoriam-roger-zelazny/

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

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sa%E1%B9%83s%C4%81ra

Atomic Sleep

 

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

D. G. Jones

https://thewalrus.ca/startled-from-atomic-sleep/

Toots Hibbert died on September 12, 2020, at the University Hospital of the West Indies in Mona, Jamaica, due to complications of COVID-19

 

Toots and the Maytals - Take Me Home Country Roads

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeVRaxHtwuk

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toots_and_the_Maytals

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.

https://yamnuskawolfdogsanctuary.com/wolfdogs/

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

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