Love

Love is free, free is love

Love is living, living love...

I love this song.

And you. I love you, too.

raccoon moon...

also known as:

snow moon,

storm moon, budding moon,

bony moon, little famine moon,

trapper's moon, moon of ice.

In my tribe it is known as:

sure-is-a-pretty-moon

Pilgrimage

Hiked through the hills of Antelope Island over the weekend, amidst deer,

antelope, buffalo, coyotes, bald eagles, hawks, falcons, sage grouse...

an ephemeral yielding of the modern world

to the wild stillness of the landscape.

Mamas keep your children close...these

creatures are on the prowl!

Visiting

(Lucia & Pedro)

with friends in Alpine, Utah.

The Blessed Pomegranate

Uncle Theo's Orchard

Memories of childhood visits to my uncle's house

in San Diego, and tasting my first pomegranate

from his small orchard. An introduction to

a whole new world of delicious!

The Owl Bar

a piece of heaven

Sundance Resort, Utah

Nostrovia!

(always an open window...for the owls.)

Elizabethan Gardens

Queen Elizabeth

Camelias!

Virginia Dare

Our shadows

Luminous Little

Nameless Gnome

A garden on an island off the North Carolina coast, commemorating

the first English settlement in the new world.

The settlement was established by Sir Walter Raleigh in 1585.

It disappeared a few years later, no one knows why.

Wolf Moon

"Don't be fooled, I was raised by wolves.

Now the moon hangs in full,

so you know I won't play by the rules."

-Falling in Reverse,"Raised by Wolves"

First full moon of 2012!

Also known as the Snow Moon,

perfectly timed with an actual snowstorm-

the first we have received this winter,

or so it seems...

I'm not complaining,

and I may or may not

be howling...

Wayback Machine

My favorite Christmas present.

I've been revisiting some of my old albums,

and came across this song I used to love and had completely

forgotten about....

this too...

to be continued...

Pretty Boy

escaped from his cage, and has been wandering about the neighborhood

for a couple of months now. Nightly, he perches on my roof....

My charms?

Or the apples and kale?

I may never (want to) know.

A DREAM OF TREES

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,

A quiet house, some green and modest acres

A little way from every troubling town,

A little way from factories, schools, laments.

I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,

With only streams and birds for company,

To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.

And then it came to me, that so was death,

A little way away from everywhere.

There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.

But let it go. Homesick for moderation,

Half the world's artists shrink or fall away.

If any find solution, let him tell it.

Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation

Where, as the times implore our true involvement,

The blades of every crisis point the way.

I would it were not so, but so it is.

Who ever made music of a mild day?

––Mary Oliver