One Man's Paradise


“The only way to make sense out of change
is to plunge into it,
move with it,
and join the dance.”

Alan W. Watts

To me no season screams more “change” than fall.

Leave colors fade from lush green to yellow, orange, red, brown, and black…

  • False hellebore, Veratrum viride.

The  first snow of the season indicates the arrival of winter…

  • Termination dust

Our watchful police department reminds us to have working lights on our bicycles, or else…

The northern lights are back…

Joining the dance.


Light and Shadow


“Darkness cannot drive out darkness:
only light can do that.”

Martin Luther King Jr.

Today, the climate summit at Paris concluded. I am not sure what was achieved, an agreement? A non-binding agreement of 200 nations urging their governments by 2020 to do their best keeping the global temperature change below 2°C. At this point, I am reading summaries and commentaries from various news outlets. That leaves me with many questions.

What do you see: The silver lining, or a lot of dark shadows?


Waterfall ~ № 2

“The only way to make sense out of change
is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”

Alan W. Watts

I keep finding interesting quotes by Mr Watts. He was experimenting with drugs, religion, and marriage?

Oh well, I was experimenting with photography, long shutter speed photography to be exact. I had seen images by landscape photographers using long shutter speeds to blur the motion of water (and clouds and other objects). So I purchased a neutral density filter and carried a tripod with me on my daily excursion. And here are the results…

For the next few days I’ll post images that show water in motion. If you have a fitting quote going with that theme, let me know.

Inside Out


The end is in sight. The end of winter that is.

Daytime temperatures above freezing in recent days have softened snow and ice. As a result slushy ice floats down the creeks. A few weeks ago these creeks have been frozen over. In remote places without bridges these are significant times. Snow bridges disappear making overland travel more difficult.

The hillsides are shedding their white coats. The first few green leaves appear as soon as the snow is gone. At night frost comes back freezing our tracks until the next morning.

Rain is in the forecast. Soon, the muddy season is here.

Time to break camp and move to new stomping grounds.

This was a short winter with long working days. I will miss dog kisses, wagging tails, and the enthusiasm, honesty and fidelity of my furry friends. I wish I could bring them all…