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Pinecone
During our hike in the mountains, we were enjoying the precious sun, soaking up the shortened daylight. A huge rock by the trail caught my eyes with its colorful formation, green and red, and moss in-between, I was just amazed by copper and iron colors, and years of nature all recorded on this geological profile.…
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Golden Hour at Pinnacles
When the trail is as high as the sun, the grass becomes transparent, the tree becomes a totem, the moment becomes gold. “Wind speaks through pines, Light animates granite. An eagle soars- It’s shadow crosses over us. All life is intertwined.” – Terry Tempest Williams
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Whisper of the Pinnacles
Whisper of the Pinnacles, crickets luluby.
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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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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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A Window Where Summer Meets Fall
In the cascade of light, there’s a window, where summer meets fall. Season’s feet are sneaky, yesterday was all green, today climbing up with red leaves.
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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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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…
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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…