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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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Perspective matters
Got a little upset, carrying my lunch to the yard. A bird just flew to our apple tree, perched on the branch, between the lush leaves, peeking at me. “Are you upset too? ” I whisper to the bird. He kept watching me. A breeze coming, wind chimes singing out loud like music, the bird…
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Life is a bowl of soup
On my morning jog, saw this setting in the neighborhood, so touched by someone that has such a heart-warming gesture, especially that little bouquet vase, really warmed my heart. Someone has a passion to life, knows how to enjoy life. Then I saw a Realtor sign, house for sale. How smart! We should love our…
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Embrace the Void
“A house is useful not because of its walls, but because of the space they enclose.” – Lao zi I always find abandoned houses fascinating, maybe it’s the essence that finally emanates when only a skeleton is left. The essence of the house stays the longest, like the soul of a house, like fine wine,…
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Ancient Wind
There’s something about standing here at the entryway of the Whitney Portal. Just be still and listen. The mountain doesn’t need to announce its existence, just being there is overwhelmingly enough. Water just sings its way down to the valley. And that wind! That ancient wind that blows from the high Sierras to the mighty…
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July 4th
It’s hard to believe July 4th is gone almost a week now. Sometimes it feels like jet leg after vacation, switching from vacation zone back to daily life. Looking back at the pictures I took, some normal street shots from Columbia Old Town. A little boy insists on following me and being in the picture,…
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Sam’s House & Wild Horses
I did a post about Eastern Sierra Hwy 395 from my recent trip, including the landmark Sam’s Cabin on 395 under the glow of sunset. Yesterday I suddenly got a DM from a lady asking me if she could share my picture with the Sam House? It’s her grandparents house. I was surprised a bit,…
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Travel – Yosemite
We’re on the road again. Passing by a dilapidated town: Chinese Camp, where only the store still carries the town name. The list of commodities echoes the past. Further down the road, Groveland is a thriving little town, architecture in all different shapes, high and low, speaking out the original mountain town character, yet somehow…
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草莓月
暮色渐合，一轮初升的明月，在辗转迂回的山间时隐时现，终于豁然开朗，从天边的玫瑰色中跳跃而出，明亮的黄色泛着粉红，纯净而神圣，又一轮明月夜圆满伊始。山壁岩石的走向依然清晰，娓娓地讲着地球年轻的故事。追随着月亮，我们上了395号风景线，草莓月爬上树梢，松树的轮廓被月亮照出灵性的剪影；当月亮在山的崖壁正上方，如天地神龛，又如巨幅壁画从天而降。天地都渲染在月华如水的世界，高山，老树，湖面和我一样，都沐浴其间，不分彼此，分享着同一轮古老而年轻的草莓月。 海拔渐低，温度渐高，谷底升起一层淡淡的薄雾，薄雾下是我们要去的小镇，灯火在雾中闪烁，渐渐我们也融入雾中。明月东升那一瞬已恍如隔世。