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Raccoon
Close to midnight, I heard some sounds in the yard, looking out, our peach tree is dramatically shaking by some force. Wait, the fruits on that tree have been totally picked, with the help of squirrels, no, with our help, to be accurate. I ran outside, there’s obviously something behind the tree, I shine the…
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Lemon Drop
Felt like I was being watched, saw an innocent angel! Kittens have a power to wake up the child in you, pure and innocent, that original connection is way more ancient than language. Maybe that’s what they called “being”, which never ages, whether you are 6, 36 or 106, but most time wrapped deeply inside.…
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Indian Grinding Rock
Haven’t been back to Indian Grinding Rock SHP for awhile. Different from last time during their annual Big Time Gathering, this time it’s almost empty. It’s a perfect place to soak in serenity. Strolling around the path, the ground almost echoes our steps. The traditional bark houses quietly nesting on the open field, randomly. It…
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Monsoon Season
Monsoon season is here, bringing the gorgeous sunsets. See how mother nature writes her poem. I’m trying to copy, all I got is a blur…
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Ancient Wind
There’s something about standing here at the entryway of the Whitney Portal. Just be still and listen. The mountain doesn’t need to announce its existence, just being there is overwhelmingly enough. Water just sings its way down to the valley. And that wind! That ancient wind that blows from the high Sierras to the mighty…
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July 4th
It’s hard to believe July 4th is gone almost a week now. Sometimes it feels like jet leg after vacation, switching from vacation zone back to daily life. Looking back at the pictures I took, some normal street shots from Columbia Old Town. A little boy insists on following me and being in the picture,…
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Sam’s House & Wild Horses
I did a post about Eastern Sierra Hwy 395 from my recent trip, including the landmark Sam’s Cabin on 395 under the glow of sunset. Yesterday I suddenly got a DM from a lady asking me if she could share my picture with the Sam House? It’s her grandparents house. I was surprised a bit,…
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395, Elk, Mountain Lion & Bear
I saw the largest herd of elk on HWY 395 that I have ever seen. Like almost 100 grazing under the blue sky with the snowy Sierra as backdrop, it was quite distinctive. We pulled over and watched, there’s clearly a dominant chief, with the most magnificent antlers, shepherding his herd around. It became a…
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Travel – Yosemite
We’re on the road again. Passing by a dilapidated town: Chinese Camp, where only the store still carries the town name. The list of commodities echoes the past. Further down the road, Groveland is a thriving little town, architecture in all different shapes, high and low, speaking out the original mountain town character, yet somehow…
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Alabama Hills
Finally I’m back to the place that I dreamed of day and night. They say some places hold a special energy field, that will awaken your spirit. Alabama Hills is such a place for me. Sky seems higher, mountains seems so close, you can almost touch them. Huge granite formations make you feel like this…
My Journey
I like to map my journey, keep track of my path, which includes my mind and thoughts.
This blog is to jot down things that matter to me, how I arrived where I am and how I process my stride. This is to leave my mark for this trip, for similar souls down the road that are meant to connect, through time or space.
This site is devoted to my father, the person who led me to this world and helped me to find my place.
An Author, Dreamer, Traveler, Dancer, Yogi…
My Books: “Wistful Wind” (English)
“Wistful Wind 2” (English)
“思念的风” (Chinese)