The bike path has come alive again and so have we. Songbirds call from tree to tree and Bear Creek roars white, frothing up the sides of its banks. My wheels kick up the beeswax musk of crushed cottonwood buds. It is almost unbelievable, this sunshine, streaming unapologetically through vapor lingering in the air. The …
Even in the barren retreat of winter, the forest reveals treasures just waiting to be found. You may also like: Belay Bryophytes Sprites
Three brothers hold council, pulling at their chins, contemplating ethics and other important matters. Like squirrels.
the last of their kind remain: Quercus alba and Junco hyemalis, colorful ornaments to celebrate the season
Originally posted on SOU Environmental Education:
“One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?” -Rachel Carson- Rachel Carson in the field Rachel Carson (1907-1964), renowned biologist and writer, is most well-known for her career as…
fragile light seeps through branches, illuminating webs and dust and longing. leaves remind us of the firey season which fled so fast.
Great spring gusts carpet the ground like the most luscious royal pathway