Blue moon

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” -Rumi I almost went to sleep without going outside for one last look at the moon, the sounds of crickets and howling coyotes bringing … Continue reading

Flight

“Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they’re given wings.” – Rumi This is one of the Osprey’s that live in a nest about a mile away from our house. It frequents our field, pausing to eat fish in the old Shagbark Hickory tree. A female … Continue reading

On ice

“Every single thing changes and is changing always in this world. Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining.” – Saigyo Our winter this year has been more about ice than snow, sort of perpetual November. These photos were taken in mid-January after an ice storm that left us without power for a … Continue reading

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