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A Window Where Summer Meets Fall
In the cascade of light, there’s a window, where summer meets fall. Season’s feet are sneaky, yesterday was all green, today climbing up with red leaves.
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Bobcat
On our way into the mountain, saw this bobcat. It was a hot day, I could see him panting with mouth open, but his eyes were still sharp, can cut the air.
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The Moon with Trees in it
Went to the window, saw half moon climbing on the edge of mountain, glowing. Grabbed the phone, took the shot: surprised to see the trees on top of the mountain were caught in the moon too, like those Halloween moons. In ancient China, there’s a parable, an osmanthus tree growing in the moon, very tall,…
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Buck Moon
It’s full moon again, Buck Moon now. Last full moon, I was enjoying the moon rise in the Sierras, more particular on Tioga pass, entering HWY 395, the gateway to solitude. I still remember how excited I was seeing the Strawberry Moon peeking at me over the edge of mountain, waving between the gap of…
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Morning Flowers
Morning is sacred, everything is pure and newly born. Your mind is quiet, pure like morning dew; you can hear the flowers whisper, and the birds answer.
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Pinnacles at Dusk
Walking into the mountains at dusk. That moment, when soft light glows on half of the cliff, trees are dancing with the breeze, standing like a bonsai on the contour of rocks. Different birds starting their serenade for the nightfall. That moment is almost sacred, makes you feel like stepping into a different realm, where…
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Tropical Sunset
The weatherman said, it’s a remnant of a tropical storm broken up far out in the Pacific. Indeed, we got an unusual stormy cloudy sky, feel the humidity almost like in the South. Last night towards midnight, sudden rustling sound in the bushes, I thought the raccoon is back, turned out it’s raining, big spotty…
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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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Strawberry Moon on 395
I woke up this morning, longing to be back on HWY 395, where I was yesterday, with the strawberry full moon shining over me, Mt. Whitney and the Owen’s Valley. How I wish I can carry that moment with me. It’s a short trip to the Eastern Sierra, but memorable and fulfilling. After being awed…