Tradition

Recently I celebrated another birthday. For the last couple of years I have gone for a winter hike on my big day. You could say it has become tradition. Winter hikes are rather:

Simple
Exquisite
Bright
Crisp
Quiet
Hidden
Magical
Refreshing
Surprising
Devoid of Color
& Full of Color

All at the same time

It is a good way for me to connect with the land, tap into my heart, and forge a new path forward. It always leaves me feeling hopeful and whole.

Trees stand naked and vulnerable, the land cloaked by snow. And soon I begin to see things differently. It lends itself well to thought and reflection. These are some of my thoughts expressed through images. I hope you enjoy the journey as much as I did...

Hanging on.

                               Looking Back & Moving Forward

 

Hidden Tree house

 

 

Sunshine & Shadows

A seed of hope.
Delicate,

Resilient.

 

 

 

Seedlings casting magic in the sunlight

 

 

Evidence of the Fall

Patterns in an old stump                                                 Seeds, Light, & Branches

 

Familiar Peaks

& Valleys

 

Looking afar off

 

Finding beauty in the Details

 

 

Water Dragon

 

 

 

Love Notes in the snow...

 

from the woman who gave me life