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Looking up
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air, and feather canyons everywhere, I’ve looked at clouds that way. Joni Mitchell, “Both Sides Now” I am short of words this week but filled...
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Winter Sunrise
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! naturalist John Muir One perk of walking the dog in the morning is seeing the sun rise. Not much color on the ground, but the sky was glorious...
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A Song for the Winter Solstice
Winter, an artist’s sketch in charcoal, so clearly etched against a cloud filled sky. . . In celebration of the moment when the earth turns on its axis back to the light of the sun. This year, in the...
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The Only Color Is In The Sky
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere . . . John Muir, naturalist It is the time of year when I begin to miss my garden. Lovely as the winter woods are, I hunger for the color …...
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