These images are from a photo safari I undertook this week in Jefferson, Colorado, in between intense empathy and hand-wringing.
I’m fascinated by the dandelion; such a temporal thing it is. Transient, and yet tenacious, it grows, blooms, morphs, and flies away, above the fray, to plant seeds (and a new life) somewhere else.
Combining an acknowledgement that there are way too may good reasons to be cynical right now with a reminder that the world still has great things to offer us.
Boreas Pass in central Colorado is scenic, lovely, unspoiled and a call from nature to join her.
Frogs can and do freeze, including their hearts, and then thaw and get right back to living their everyday froggy life when it warms up. We’re doing the renewal pruning at Glover Gardens in our own efforts to get our green back.
An article in the latest issue of The Shoofly Magazine beautifully captures the seemingly oppositional characteristics of nature and our relationship with it – peaceful but unpredictable, soothing, but sometimes dangerous – and brings back memories of falling trees.
A mountaintop picnic in Colorado’s Pike National Forest sparkled with nature and pineapple mimosas.
And then, all of the sudden, it flew away, wafting on the breeze high above the cypress trees, its wings fluttering a timeless message: fear not, only believe.
The story this picture tells is the relentless march of “progress” and how we continue to eradicate nature in favor of more and more and more and MORE cement and “convenience”.