Old Souls and Young Hearts
Old Souls and Young Hearts
Old Souls and Young Hearts
“In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them;…
Out exploring with my trusty sidekick…:)
A Goose and a Gander Meander
Hey..How YOU Doin’?
In and around the lake
Down around the corner
I’m super excited to be given the chance at learning more about the art of photography….I’ll be busy for the next…
29K miles on our (first) Outback in just over 10 months…we’ve been making tracks.
Vacant
On the Catwalk…I do my little turn on the Catwalk…
Forever + Ever, Amen
All is quiet, on New Year’s Day…
There is peace, even in the storm.
The Christmas tree is a symbol of love, not money. There’s a kind of glory to them when they’re all lit up that…
Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder — no matter how old you became and how much you’d seen, things…
Digging Graves
“I felt infuriatingly left out — a tugboat in drydock while she, glittery voyager of secure destination, steamed…
Someone who’ll watch over me
Life is very short
Bridge the Gap
“The world has enough beautiful mountains and meadows, spectacular skies and serene lakes. It has enough lush…
I love naked world peace
I spy with my little eye…
This shit Rocks
Holiday, celebrate
Ballerina, you must have seen her
Hitching Post
“Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity;
St. Germain River
Heart Mountain Relocation Center
“The quiet sense of something lost”
“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.”
“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
“We do not go to the green woods and crystal waters to rough it, we go to smooth it. We get it rough enough at home,…
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
Mellow Yellow
The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities but to know someone here and there who…
So glad we went through the Badlands on our way out West, and again, on our way home. The first time was stocking…
On Clark’s Fork of the Yellowstone River