Shooting Star

Today I am reminded of a woman I once met. We crossed paths at a department store in San Francisco twelve or so years ago and her flamboyant appearance and lively presence remain bold relics in my memory.

Even now, I close my eyes and see her perfectly.

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Knockin' on Heaven's Door

Simplicity exists on a spectrum. One far edge of that spectrum is blind ignorance, and the other I liken to exactness. Spending weeks walking through unbound open space during a long distance backpacking trip lies on this spectrum of simplicity, nestled near exactness.

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Every Grain Of Sand

Years and years ago my beautiful family picked me up at midnight at my home in Marin and drove me through the blackness of the night to Yosemite National Park. And in the biting cold of shadowy darkness they dropped me off at the head of the John Muir Trail.

Their only instruction was to pick me up at Mt. Whitney 15 days and 200+ miles later.

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Simple Twist Of Fate

The blanket of water is blue and green and glistening, crystal clear and biting cold. With all the snow the mountains received this year the water levels are high. All the alpine lakes are full, and this one is no exception. It is full up to the steep granite slabs that surround it in some areas. And as luck would have it we happen to be standing at one of those submerged steep granite slab areas right now…

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Handle with Care

“Sometimes I wish I could photosynthesize so that just by being, just by shimmering at the meadow's edge or floating lazily on a pond, I could be doing the work of the world while standing silent in the sun.”

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The Man and Me

We breezed into Pinnacles National Park a couple weeks back. We were the only folks on the trail at 6am - the early birds get the worms. :)

The wildflower’s were incredible and the photos I took delight me, so I wanted to share a some.

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As I Went Out One Morning

Golden light seeps beyond the slits of my closed eyelids waking me up. I’m waking up off the grid somewhere in Nevada at the end of a dusty dirt road. It’s maybe 5am, but I do not know for sure. I have no clock, no watch, no cell phone. Truth be told, I’m not quite sure what day it is.

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