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Pinecone
During our hike in the mountains, we were enjoying the precious sun, soaking up the shortened daylight. A huge rock by the trail caught my eyes with its colorful formation, green and red, and moss in-between, I was just amazed by copper and iron colors, and years of nature all recorded on this geological profile.…
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The Speechless Full Moon
“The speechless full moon comes out now”. Rumi
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Mid-Autumn Festival
Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, it is like the Chinese version of Thanksgiving! We went to the park for a leisurely stroll, and got to witness the moment the moon climbed up the ridge of mountain, little by little. That process only takes a minute or so, but a miracle to be part of. When we…
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Pinnacles after dark
That moment alone in front of mountains always soaks me with awe. It’s like sharing an intimate stare with an old friend who has seen so much more than me, and now he’s staring back at me, I get all his attention and solace. That hushes any noise in me, but the inner child of…
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Golden Hour at Pinnacles
When the trail is as high as the sun, the grass becomes transparent, the tree becomes a totem, the moment becomes gold. “Wind speaks through pines, Light animates granite. An eagle soars- It’s shadow crosses over us. All life is intertwined.” – Terry Tempest Williams
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Time Capsule
We went to Pinnacles NP, saw an interesting scene in our hike. There’s a hole and a foot print on the face of rock wall. Is it a fossil? Because it’s a vertical rock, and the foot print is going sideways. It certainly can’t be human, because of gravity. The size is too big for…
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Whisper of the Pinnacles
Whisper of the Pinnacles, crickets luluby.
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Pent up Explosion Sunset
It’s cloudy dreary all day, I thought we wouldn’t have sunset, then this happened, a pent up explosion of passion in colors.
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Summer Lotus Dream
These pictures draw out the best summer in my memory: getting lost in the endless lotus flower lake, that rich green, just by looking at it, will cool you off from the heat. Cicada’s rhythmic sound is like a lullaby for a slow afternoon nap. In the dream, you become that black swan, curling up…
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Deer at Dusk
A deer sitting in the quiet valley, his stately antlers carrying the last piece of dusk. There’s something about him, almost blends into the surroundings, the way he sits, as if he’s divine sent, only allowed to be seen when we are ready.