Everything in its right place
out on the land that never stops giving even when it takes
everything
you have to be out there
in the sharp light
mournful wind
and guilesome stone.
November 14, 2015 by
November 9, 2015 by
Sometimes you just have to keep moving
to be free
to be anything.
It’s the wind
you know
the movement of stiff air
over the soul
that gives a sensation of passage
a sense of leaving things behind
and moving onward
to meet what is
ahead.
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I always envy the quadrupeds, the way their four feet are on the earth, on the wind, on the inbetweens.
Their speed. Their ability to leap over danger, over the sunset, over anything…
Four legs really are better than two.
All in a good days work!
November 7, 2015 by
We fished the gorge today! It is unlike anywhere I’ve ever fished. Out of some of the clearest waters I’ve ever seen I pulled the darkest rainbow trout — almost black behind their long streaks of blush. Just beautiful.
For dinner? I made an incredible pheasant and winter squash curry (wild shot and garden grown).
While driving home, we explored a little more, exclaiming to ourselves, “Idaho’s the best.”
It’s good to be home.
Lastly, look at that grumpy llama.
October 21, 2015 by
As I left, I changed my mind
turned around, reached for my camera
swept through the doorway
across the gravel
(and the tornado of dove feathers there from the
hawk kill
two days ago)
down to the river where the
sky gently burnished the
whitewater orange in the
rage of light that comes on
so gently
at the end of day.
