Dahlias

Do I love them more because I know they will be gone soon?

Wendy

The soul of the mountains is carried within these two friends of mine. They have shared with me years of hiking the trails, swimming in the lower lake, sharing our personal lives with each other on top of ledges and mountains. They are as much a part of me as the mountains are a part of me. And now they are both gone. My heart is so heavy with the loss. They both had an inner spirit that pulled them through the worst of times, they knew how to fight and keep going, they knew how to love and be loved. I wonder if that is a gift from the mountains, to teach us how to slow down and be with each other. To keep climbing when your legs are giving out, to dive into the freezing cold water and scream with the shock of it, to stay quiet in the thickness of the woods, to feel the weight of the backpack along the lake road.

My memories will have to sustain me, and their strength will be my guide. But the woods will never be the same without them.

beginning and end

There is a promise of goodness in the beginning of each new day. 

And I'm thankful for that as I watch the after glow of the setting sun.

Life in the cemetary

We met this red tailed fox at Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah GA. He ran across in front of our car while we wandered through the cemetery. At first I was floundering around trying to "take" a picture of him. I soon realized that he was very willing to "give" me an image or two of him. 

At one point he even came up to my tripod and had a smell before he ran off into the perimeter woods. He ate a mole, sat and watched us, walked around the grave markers and after awhile he had a big yawn and took a nap!

I understand he will be relocated soon. 

goodnight

It was a magical sunset, one that I captured in all of it's fiery oranges and reds. But this image is the one I liked best because of the stillness and negative space. The colors had left behind an inky blueness that dissolved into the black night.

In the mist

Re entry is never easy for me. I don't know why but it happens every time I leave the Adirondack Mountains. I get home and I feel this fog lay heavily on my creative spirit. My energy levels are at the lowest ebb and I wander about. Now that it has become the expected I know to wait it out and let the process unfold. So this fog will lift and the woodsy layers will reveal their richness and the heights of the mountains will show their rocky peaks and I will emerge again. I can feel it coming...