Two of my favorites: ruins and waterfalls. I’ve always loved ruins, whether they are colonial like this or ancient and magnificent like in Italy. There is an echo of the past, evidence of labor and construction, and the ghostlike essence of those who once lived and worked in a place that is now abandoned.
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Golden Hour
Size Doesn’t Matter
When it comes to waterfalls I am not picky. I’ve seen some gigantic ones, and they are awesome, but I’ll take any size any time.
There is a magic to them, and I enjoy water rushing, falling, noisy flowing.
Success Hidden in Failure
I entered Tao of Thoreau into a contest for self-published non-fiction. Although it didn’t win, I did receive a review from one of the judges.
Of course, I was apprehensive, seeing as my book didn’t make the cut. However, the review was very positive, and was yet another boost along this journey.
Here is a sample:
Topic Appeal: The author has found a quite unique topic in seeing Thoreau firstly for what he was, a Transcendentalist—therefore, in actuality a Taoist. The BBC says Taoism is deeply rooted in Chinese customs and worldview, whereas Google tells us Transcendentalism comes out of America’s early New England region. The author here shows us that these two philosophies, in reality, share similar views, a useful point of view.
First, I love that the reviewer is clearly British. This probably means this person has little knowledge of Thoreau, which I actually like because the book has to stand on its own merits and not rely on the reviewer’s knowledge.
My favorite piece of this section is the final five words “a useful point of view.” Though this isn’t exactly high praise, I find it valuable. It is some confirmation that the idea I had to compare these two philosophies is a good one. I mean, I certainly believed it, but it is good to have outside confirmation.
Proof Nature Loves Us
Boo 👻
A New Year’s Message from a Dying Tree
This picture is emblematic of how Nature teaches lessons. This tree appears dead at first glance, but there is that one living branch, somehow surviving out of a bole that is in the process of decay.
The more I’m in the woods, the more I see how closely intertwined death and decay are with growth and abundance. It’s relatively obvious that decay feeds life; moldering earth gives birth to abundant plants.
But this picture offers something deeper: the stubbornness of growth, the overpowering will of life and creation even amidst its likely end.
It is an appropriate lesson for a new year. Turned into a metaphor, perhaps that tree is a cherished dream long held that is beginning to slip away. But there is that one branch that still lives, if you focus your energy and passion on it.
May you find your dreams and focus your will on what you want and need in 2023.
Ice formations
Beauty in Decay
Backyard Coyotes
The other night I was letting Anna the dog out. Any time it is dark, I will at least step out on the back deck and survey the property with a flashlight. There are a lot of animals that travel through our backyard.
That night, I spotted the unmistakable glow of eyes. Anna had started down the deck steps, and I quickly followed, calling my wife for backup. That’s when I spotted the second set of eyes. Two coyotes.
Anna is not one to back down. She runs towards them barking. I started to call Anna, like I always do, a frantic and usually fruitless attempt to get her to back away from danger.
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