Wistful Wind

Category: Nature

  • My Lens for Sunset

    My lens for sunset

  • Effortless

    As the setting sun lit up the majestic valley oak, elongating the shadows reflecting on the meadow, the open field became alive. The warmth from the day still lingers, the night is wrapping in from the mountain. Deer are such a graceful creatures, either grazing under the oak, becoming part of the silhouette; or stand-out…

  • Sunset at Neighborhood

    Coming to close the window, caught a fire-blowing sunset. Neighbor’s trees were glowing into an artsy sketch, lit up by the setting sun, a flowing lava. A goose flew into my picture as well at the perfect corner, even the street lamp was emanating a longing sentiment. Nature is so generous, granting such a heavenly…

  • A Way To Happiness

    “The earth laughs in flowers.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson See all the giggles and dimples scattered and hidden in the mountains, no wonder It’s a way to happiness.

  • On our hiking in the mountain, it’s a new trail, not sure where it will lead. Suddenly there’s green canopy, with sun trying to penetrate, sunlight is washing down the trail ahead, making it welcoming and inviting. The sound is also dramatic, the wind is blowing hard enough to shake and clap all the leaves…

  • A Moment Like This

    “In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.” John Muir. On our late afternoon outing, after the park had quieted down, rounding a corner of the road there were a pair of fawns side by side on the road, staring at us. Their spots still so distinctive, and obviously they are…

  • Life is a Beautiful Thing

    “All things seem possible in May.” Edwin Way Teale Flowers are blooming in all directions in every corner of spring; radishes are sprouting out of the dirt, pushing up towards their new sky; a Grosbeak is hovering over the violet lupine carpet, spreading out its vibrant wings like an eye on the meadow. Life is…

  • Whisper of Spring

    The whisper of spring echoes between the tall grass and the low branches of an oak tree, and paints the vibrant lupine in the shade of the warm sun. Dreams leak out of the dreamer, time escapes from the timer. When wind softens the sunbeam, every angle becomes a portal, leading beyond time. A moment…

  • Sweet Peas

    Rising sun hitting on sweet peas, light up the purple petals and fine hairs glowing against the morning sun. There’s something tender but resilient, called life; there’s something fresh but ancient, called nature. Start all over again, juice up, pump up, Good morning, world!

  • Mother’s Day

    Mother’s Day reminds us where we come from. Before we are poised and confident adults, we wobble and struggle through childhood knowing that behind us, there’s a voice we can always hear, near or far: ” You are loved, just the way you are.” That voice soften edges along the path, and paints the sky.