not your average peacock shots, but i almost like these best
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peppermint drops
i’m getting better at identifying wildflowers, but this one has me stumped
this is the same flower still in bud. the weather changes so drastically in the mountains that if you go far enough you can see the same plant in all the stages from just poking through to past it’s bloom all on the same day.
flutter by butterfly
we saw a lot of butterflies while hiking, but most of them didn’t stay still long enough to photograph. these little guys were very obliging.
view through the willows
a view of elbow lake through the pussy willows on shore
old lace
this reminds me of a piece of vintage lace…
reaching
There’s a time I can recall
Four years old and three feet tall
Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar
And both were out of reach
And later on in my high school
It seemed to me a little cruel
How the right words to say always seemed to stay
Just out of reach
Well I should not have thought it strange
That growing causes growing pains
‘Cause the more we learn the more we know
We don’t know anything
But still it seems a tragic fate
Living with this quiet ache
The constant strain for what remains
Just out of reach
We are reaching for the future
We are reaching for the past
And no matter what we have we reach for more
We are desperate to discover
What is just beyond our grasp
But maybe that’s what heaven is for
There are times I can’t forget
Dressed up in my Sunday best
Trying not to squirm and to maybe learn
A bit of what the preacher preached
And later lying in the dark
I felt a stirring in my heart
And though I longed to see what could not be seen
I still believed
I guess I shouldn’t think it odd
Until we see the face of God
The yearning deep within us tells us
There’s more to come
So when we taste of the divine
It leaves us hungry every time
For one more taste of what awaits
When heaven’s gates are reached
We are reaching for the future
We are reaching for the past
And no matter what we have we reach for more
We are desperate to discover
What is just beyond our grasp
But maybe that’s what heaven is for
I believe that’s what heaven is for
There’s a time I can recall
Four years old and three feet tall
Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar
And both were out of reach
carolyn arends
reaching
close encounters of the grizzly kind
we saw a grizzly on the side of the highway quietly eating grass. i don’t think i’ve ever been that close to one before. i definitely would not want to get out of the car, but we got some cool shots
old wood
i think that i shall never see,
a poem as lovely as a tree
joyce kilmer