peaks

spring flows

spring is on its way and so are the animals

"school house under the big sky"

to cast a fly

Fly fishing is simply an excuse to stand in a river. It's  a reason to plant your feet deep in a cold current, to focus on the life of the moment, and to feel that primordial energy rushing around you.  It's a chance to better understand the light and texture of the world. It's an opportunity to investigate the workings of grace..... and sometimes, you do catch a fish.

The Canada Geese are back and busy

 

longing for sun

A cold front just swept into the northern rockies, setting back the spring thaw that had been teasing all of us beings.  These are some memories of a warm "indian-summer" night in the tetons. It will be spring again.

 

home to the sea

Where the forest meets the sea I wander and wonder. It's a seam, a crease, a joint,  a binding. Few other places exemplify the path of life so well. You're at the edge. Behind you, the comfort of the known world; your posessions, your past, your aquaintences. Outward you look to a horizon that cannot be distuingishd from the sky. It is vast, unkown, exciting,  terrifying. Sometimes the sea laps gently at the land, other times it thrusts itself aggressively towards you.  It's easy to stay right where you are amongst the trees and earth and people and past, but if you are willing and brave,  you can  move foreward and navigate the uncharted waters.

To Stay the Same

A couple of weeks ago I returned to my childhood home on the coast of Maine.  I usually retrace my old stomping grounds... the marshes, the coastal woodlands, the sea shore. My eyes are wider then they were when I left. My ears are larger, and my nose is more keen. Everything is always changing, everything looks different... except the rocks. The buildings decay, the trees grow and fall,  the towns gentrify, but the rocks are just where I left them as a child. Granite and quartz, lichen and moss, cold and rugged. They are objects not of physical warmth, but  their steadfast nature provides a comfort in this fast-changing world of today. 

moving water

"If there is magic on this planet,

it is contained in water."

~Loren Eisley

place

place n.

1.

a. An area with definite or indefinite boundaries; a portion of space.

b. Room or space, especially adequate space

c. The particular portion of space occupied by  a person      or thing

d. The proper or designated role or function

* The search for place is nothing new to the human mind and spirit. For some of us it just happens as we siftt through life. To others of us it is a driving force.  If nothing else, I hope that this venue celebrates, examines, and depicts that neverending journey to understand where we are.

Madison Valley, Montana in deep freeze

frozen world