Behind a curtain of spruce angling upward, the silent mountain rides the late spring sky. From our vantage atop another mountain, Bald Peak, more a long ridge rising steeply from the vineyards and farms of the Oregon countryside, the stately volcano beckons more ancient longings. The gods rest, but they shall again return to a restless effusion that this wall of trees may one day witness. ♨
1980 we spent the entire year, all twelve months, on the avocado ranch. It was our magical time in paradise. We were alive then with youth, not quite knowing how happy we were.
Mountain man Joe Meek’s first summer of fur trapping in 1829, which put him among the earliest of non-indigenous people to enter Yellowstone.
The moon rises over the forested horizon as we witness its appearance from the lake shore. How many moonrises have we seen across these waters?
Along the I-84 corridor in the Columbia River Gorge a host of waterfalls beckon travelers to ease out of the interstate’s river of traffic to witness a scenic spectacle of falling waters.
Spider rock stands as a two-headed spire that rests motionless on its ancient pedestal, like petrified arms stretching upward toward the canyon’s rim. Inside Canyon de Chelly on the Navajo Nation, the lithic monument figures into Diné mythic history. ♨