Longer days become languid days. By the coolness of dawn in the Fernhill wetlands of Forest Grove, Oregon, before the heat melts night’s calm, the superlative colors of sky break across morning. Alive with a swelling chorus of avian songs, the marshes embrace another day. ♨
Saddleback Mountain stands silent, motionless, stoic above frantic, superficial California as a reminder that some remnant of wildness persists beyond the freeways and strip malls.
Veterans of the American Revolution are buried in the cemetery at Mount Tabor Church in Ohio, which al so has graves of Civil War soldiers and veterans of the War of 1812 as well as both World Wars.
The Beatles in Walnut Ridge, Arkansas: murals, a yellow submarine, and an Abbey Road sculpture commemorate the tiny town’s surprise visit in 1964 from the immortal band.
In recent years the National Park Service has begun engaging the diverse peoples of America to tell a more inclusive story of our national heritage. This more inclusive tale allows us to envision a nation that honors the strength and wisdom of our differences. ♨
I greet the day with delight in the cool air of dawn. I am happily surprised to find a sliver of solitude along the San Antonio riverwalk.
Recalling a magical day in Yellowstone National Park that changed our lives and sent us on a journey that we are still traveling forty years later.
