Haze

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

~ Pablo Neruda

Secret Spot

This sweet little spot on Trail Creek.. This is where the cardinals sing, the nuthatch peek, and the thrashers thrash. Here.. the wind blows from the north..

Nancy Town

Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty. 

~ Rumi

Hermit Thrush

A quiet mind is all you need. All else will happen rightly, once your mind is quiet.

~ Nisargadatta