and of the sky over the neighborhood meadow. From this perspective, the grass is as tall as the cottonwood tree.
Early evidence of warmer days grows between a rock and a hard freeze.
Outdoor dining at Winnemucca Lake, Round Top Mountain ahead
For every bark, there is a season.
“a season for every activity under the heavens: … a time to uproot …
… a time to tear down …
… a time to scatter …
… a time to embrace … and a time for peace.”
Serenity on ice … socially distanced … frozen and docked … and the skaters still skate.
After the bloom … before deep winter … red-gold leaves on December’s flowering pear tree. “For every thing, there is a season ….”
For unto us a child is born … the government will be on his shoulders. And he shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Whatever is true and pure … focus there … and give thanks.
At the top of the world, little grows in the dead of winter … and yet the sun brings forth hope.
Yosemite’s June surprise . . . overnight snow lingers on Mount Hoffman. As seen through retreating fog from Glacier Point.
Colors of summer
Letting the fall flags fly