I imagine one his photographs might look like this:

 

 

I imagine one his photographs might look like this:

 

 

I imagine one his photographs might look like this:

 

 

Regardless of what the trail is made of,
it connects us to the earth,
guides us through the forest,
allows us to be within.

Looking at the calendar, over a month has passed since my last post here. Where does the time go? I would like to say that I was in the midst of some grand adventure, but that would not be true! Life. Just life happening, and dealing with the daily grind, the obligations, and the 9-to-5. It can be a challenge to keep grounded and your head above the water. Venturing further into my 40s, I am becoming more aware of this struggle, and questions of what next.  What do I want the next chapter in life to look like, what story will it tell?

At the end of each day, what keeps me sane and going, are these 2 goofballs, and all their antics, barking, and playtime.

Spring has filled in the once barren forest
and we witness the green waves rolling
toward the blue horizon.

A quiet evening as the dust settles
and chaos is held at bay,
watching the sunset
with nature’s creatures.

Simple.

These moments defining a life
provide peace and a bit of
knowledge grounding our place
to and within the world.