From Ashes to Dust, from Soil to Trees
Despite who we have been or may yet become, every one of us becomes the forest, struggling to embrace a perfect balance of being.
Despite who we have been or may yet become, every one of us becomes the forest, struggling to embrace a perfect balance of being.
Photo essay: a return to the Bighorn mountains in Wyoming for an autumn pilgrimage to the Medicine Wheel and a turning of seasons.
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.
Behind a curtain of spruce angling upward, Mount Hood in Oregon rides the late spring sky.