Halloween Night

November 1, 2015

october2015-halloween-20-small (1 of 1) october2015-halloween-05-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-17-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-23-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-08-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-21-small (1 of 1) october2015-halloween-22-small (1 of 1) october2015-halloween-24-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-16-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-14-small (1 of 1)“Everything she wanted to tell him, was unable to tell him, because she was afraid of hearing her own voice come out of her heart and be covered with blood, and then she poured all the blood into these syllables, and she offered it to him to drink like this : “You have it.”
― Hélène Cixous

A Cheetah and Her Dad

November 1, 2015

october2015-halloween-12-small (1 of 1)Go, fly, swim, bound descend, cross, love the unknown, love the uncertain, leave yourself, shrug off the old lies, dare what you don’t dare, it is there that you will take pleasure . . . and rejoice, in the terror, follow it where you’re afraid to go, go ahead, take the plunge, you’re on the right trail.”
― Hélène Cixous

Wilder Love

May 10, 2015

may2015-lisababyshower-41 (1 of 1)“Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.”
― Nicholas Sparks

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― Ellen Meloy

Down Hill

February 18, 2015

feb2015-snow-37 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-88 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-46 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-48 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-38 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-40 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-86 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-47 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-82 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-53 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-54 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-84 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-56 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-61 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-65 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-63 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-66 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-60 (1 of 1)“The elk that you glimpse in the summer, those at the forest edge, are survivors of winter, only the strongest. You see one just before dusk that summer, standing at the perimeter of the meadow so it can step back to the forest and vanish. You can’t help imagining the still, frozen nights behind it, so cold that the slightest motion is monumental. I have found their bodies, half drifted over in snow, no sign of animal attack or injury. Just toppled over one night with ice working into their lungs. You wouldn’t want to stand outside for more than a few minutes in that kind of weather. If you lived through only one of those winters the way this elk has, you would write books about it. You would become a shaman. You would be forever changed. That elk from the winter stands there on the summer evening, watching from beside the forest. It keeps its story to itself.”
― Craig Childs

Meet At Dunbar

February 18, 2015

feb2015-snow-45 (1 of 1) feb2015-snow-41 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-42 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-44 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-50 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-51 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-43 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-89 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-70 (1 of 1)feb2015-snow-78 (1 of 1)“The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.”
― Maud Hart Lovelace

Wilder and Ben

January 12, 2015

january2015-tobe-25 (1 of 1)“Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving”
― Mary Oliver