Wabi-Sabi Day

I find an old friend at the back of my closet.

The fabric is soft from many washings.

A little roomy but so forgiving.

The color is mottled like the twilight sky.

Perfection!

In the worn jeans, I walk beside the Blue River.

Colors are muted.

I'm quiet, too.

My thoughts reflect back to me.

The river dances and sings its song.

As in life, I cross bridges when I come to them.

I see both sides of the issue.

Changing constantly, yet steadfast.

The water sweeps by as I watch the flow.

I'm part of the ongoing stream.

The jeans, the river, and Barb, definitely wabi-sabi, though perhaps not quite in fashion.

We are old friends - one good thing.

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Wandering - Not Lost

Our oldest grandson mountain biking

I've been a wanderer since I was a child.

My father died when I was 9 years old.

My mother worked long hours in a factory.

I don't remember ever being cautioned or restricted.

It was understood that I would try to make the "right" choices.

And so I did.

Our youngest grandson wandering

After school and in the summer I was on my own.

I followed trails into the woods.

I rode my bike beyond my neighborhood.

I found paths and trails that led me and taught me.

Often, I was alone.

Following Bob up the trail

I was a naturally cautious kid, but Nature called to me.

I was curious and attentive to my surroundings.

I loved books and often escaped into their worlds.

Sometimes I carried a book with me on my adventures.

I'd find a quiet spot and sit, immersed in Nature and in story.

sunlight on Bob's shoulders

Who we were at age 9 or 10 is probably who we are now.

I still wander - sometimes I briefly lose my way.

However, I always manage to find a trail that leads toward home.

Have you changed a lot since since childhood?

I hope you still make time for play and for wandering.

Trails and paths in life that lead us and teach us are my one good thing today.

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Critter Alert!

Animals are on the move in the fall.

When I'm outside, I'm alert to my surroundings.

When I'm inside,

I'm sometimes startled by a large animal passing near the house.

It's mating season for deer and moose.

Bucks shepherd their harem of doe through the forest.

Bull moose fight other males for their preferred mate.

One young Moose limped through our yard behind a cow and yearling calf.

He was probably in a fight for dominance and was injured by a bigger bull.

However, he slowly and persistently followed the cow.

As usual, the foxes trot across the property, hunting for food.

Sometimes, they stop and watch me as I take their photo.

Other times, they're too busy and hurry by.

Last evening, just at dusk, a young bull grazed near my garden.

Bob stamped, yelled, and waved his arms to encourage it to move into the forest.

However, it paid no attention until I came out to click a few photos.

Then, it slowly strolled away.

It didn't like the paparazzi!

In the house, there are also critters.

I'm less worried about them trampling me!

My jolly garden bunny, Bubbles, is inside for the winter.

Ollie the Bear watches from the windowsill.

Animals inside and out are my good things today.

A little cross stitch that our son, Gregg, made about 40 years ago makes me smile:

"I wish you a rainbow"

I'll pass that wish on to you...

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Sharing the Stage

Fall is a short season at high altitude.

Leaves float downward.

Forest creatures prepare for winter.

Bright colors abound.

Leaves and days float serenely by.

I capture the transient beauty in memory and in photos.



Snow and cold arrive right after Equinox.

Each dawn showcases a chilly beauty.

It's mating season for the moose. I met this fella on my walk. A cow and calf were nearby.
I cut through neighbors' yards so I wouldn't pass too close to them.

Fall and winter share the stage for awhile.

Nature gives and I receive - One Good Thing.

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