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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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Camel
“The mountains don’t forget the names we give them, they hold our footprints deep in clay and stone. A man can earn his bread in any county, but he can’t teach his heart to call it home.”- lyrics from “Mile Marker Nine” How many times I’m awed by the mountains, by its echoing of my…
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Mountain Has It’s Own Thermostat
In the heat wave, we entered the mountains, thinking maybe we made a mistake to pick such a hot day. But the deeper we go, the cooler it gets. As if it the mountain controls it’s own thermostat, isolated from outside world, I wonder if the sun ever penetrates through. In the deep cool air,…
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Mountain’s Calling
The mountain has its own time zone. Time becomes moss on rocks, becomes shadow on trees, becomes a tender fawn on the meadow. Sunlight is playing with the rocks, peeking through a giant boulder, lighting up a tiny little grass, like spotlight hovering on stage. The Deer becomes a guide leading you deep into the…
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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.
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An Early Fall Evening
Walking in the mountains I saw my first tarantula this year, summer is over. It’s like a symbol for the changing season. Tarantulas mate in early fall, so they will come out more this time of the year. This one was staying still, like still in the shock of summer. It was a bit of…
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A Corner of This World
Walking in the mountain with tall trees, wind is on top, I’m under, like listening to the wind from a different world. Spring time, everything is awake and growing, birds are chirping. Tall grass fills up the valley, like a balloon filled with air, so bouncy and flowy. They sway with the gentle breeze, so…
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Hello September!
I saw the first tarantula this year, it seems like fall is really here, even though Indian Summer still lingers. Fall is the mating season for tarantulas, they walk around actively looking for their mate. This tarantula climbed on a tall blade of grass, slid down like an acrobat, entering the deep grass and disappearing…