Through the lens of age eight.
The month ahead continues to darkening around us.
Approaching the first day of winter.
The sun moves low on the horizon.
A golden surprise in the damp understory.
“Poking around is more capricious than studying…more intense than strolling.
It’s less systematic than watching, but more closely focused. Unlike hiking, it has no destination.”
-K. D. Moore
If you soften your sight
you will see the placement of the grains,
the depth of the relief,
the movement of the sea.
It’s at the very edge, between push and pull, swell and crash, that priceless treasures are found.
An evening stroll by way of wing.
Exfoliating bark of the Madrone tree.
Bark shedding is thought to follow excess heat and sunburn.
Or as a method of eliminating insects and lichen.
Discover and explore. Jump and run. Seek and find.
Learn and grow. Laugh and play.
A shade of blue.
Growing near the ever-changing, blue tones of the ocean.
Today is always a lucky day to celebrate life.