Wednesday, January 7, 2015

of mountains and frozen lakes...

“We are now in the mountains and they are in us,
kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.” 
John Muir
  
A morning drive lead us here...
 
...onto a frozen mountain lake, next to majestic beauty.  
 

 And then here... onto wooded paths.
 
It was a gorgeous day... the last before the dreadful cold made it`s way to us. There was sunshine and warmth, though the breeze held a chill. And we decided to make our way west to the mountains. They never disappoint. Ever welcoming, they call to us and then hold us tightly.


This year I make no resolutions... other than coming to my mountains more often.
And breathing in every bit of life they offer me.

appropriate for today






Wednesday, December 17, 2014

in the family of things

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver

 
I feel my place when I am here, nestled in the valley... surrounded by my mountains.
An ever welcoming embrace.
 
Snow found it's way to us Saturday morning, during our stay in Banff. Not much, but enough to cover the pine needles on the tall trees and the footprints from the visiting moose. Snow has a way of hiding what once was, only to reveal it again when the thaw comes. It doesn't disappear. It only sleeps. :)

Friday, November 7, 2014

roots

Learn character from trees, values from roots, and change from leaves.
Tasneem Hameed
Near Lake Minnewanka, Banff National Park
Lessons learned from nature.
As I get older, roots become more and more important to me.
My roots... my child's roots... my family roots.
Outside and inside ourselves. Stability.
Home.

Monday, October 20, 2014

wooded path in autumn's time

like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud.
So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer,
and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring,
nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age.
It knows the limitations of life and its content.
Lin Yutang
Fish Creek Park, Calgary, Alberta

Autumn can only hold on for so long. It is frail in it's most glorious moment.
The highs and the lows only seconds apart,
it seems.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

thankful

"Forever on Thanksgiving Day, the heart will find the pathway home." Wilbur D. Nesbit

Beside the Bow River, Calgary, Alberta

Canadian thanksgiving was celebrated over the weekend.
We enjoyed family, friends, food, and then a long walk along the river.

So much to be thankful for. 

 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

yellow and orange

Oh Fall... you're so pretty. 

Fish Creek Park, Calgary, Alberta

Monday, September 22, 2014

but then fall comes...

“But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does
one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend
that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair
and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been
and things he has done since last he saw you.”
Stephen King, Salem's Lot   

Fall makes it's official appearance later today, and we are well in the swing of the season.

Fish Creek Park, Calgary
Also... I haven't seen Salem's Lot in years. May need to dig it out online and watch it again.
I do love my scary movies. And Stephen King! 

urban areas & nature... a good match

 
Though I love my mountains and foothills, I also enjoy my urban life.
Especially when nature runs through the city somehow (or maybe the other way around), and the two together join forces to make something quite beautiful.
Fish Creek Park, Calgary

Babbling Brook Park, Calgary

Lake Bonavista, Calgary
 
Fish Creek Park, Calgary