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The Speechless Full Moon
“The speechless full moon comes out now”. Rumi
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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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Eagle Mountain
Friday night, we took a spontaneous drive to one of our favorite roads: Eagle Mountain. We named it many years ago because there were so many eagles soaring over the mountain. It’s a drive on the mountain where you can have a bird’s eye view of the city and the best spot to see the…
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Summer Sky & Valley
Trees are holding up the Summer sky, we are sheltered in like a low roof room; the valley is noisy at night, crickets are singing, the rhythm of the sound as if cooling off the air.
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Sunflower Field
I never knew a sunflower field could be this romantic. Under the setting sun, the illuminated sunflowers glowing like dancers posing on stage; Kind of like a girl’s face, flushed, tilting down. Maybe it’s stories written by heart, recorded in the earth. Imagine under the moonlit sky, they will have a talk about it in…
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Dusk is a Poem
If dawn has secrets to tell, dusk has a poem to share. Listen! There’s a voice without words, listen… Trees rhyme with the light pole, clouds humming by the side.
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That which God said to the rose
” That which God said to the rose and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.”- Rumi Wow! Rumi has his way to deliver his heart, across hundreds of years, like the rose, still fresh.
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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…