Wistful Wind

Category: Nature

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Hummingbird

    Hummingbird found the burning red gladiolas in front of Buddha, dancing and fluttering. It makes such a compelling image, subtle yet vibrant, vivid yet still, so present almost invisible. When longing meets blessing, it melts in-between.

  • Radish Blossom

    Imagine being greeted by this pure beauty in the morning, like morning dew on a flower. I’m stunned by this radish blossom! Life finds its way to express, to explode beyond our imagination. Elegance resides in its upward growing, in simple being. Everyone is crowned in God’s beauty pageant.

  • Summer Solstice

    The wild turkey chicks are foraging after Mama behind a weathered fence like a frame. Twin fawns pause behind their mama, all staring at me, blending into a picture melting into the golden grass. A majestic oak casts his sketch, naked under the setting sun. The world has extended its daylight hours to the longest…

  • Summer Night

    There’s something about summer nights, especially during a heat wave. The cool night air, very soothing after a long day of baking. The neighbors are active because of the heat: kids playing, people walking and chatting. The breeze feels heavenly, like a babbling brook after a long drought. Stars glitters like a stage setting. I…