Category: Landscape
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Ferns | Cashmere, WA | May 2019 Urban Nature Series | One wonder of ferns is that they live a double life. The spore-making fronds we see along shady trails are their public face. Underneath are their alter egos — tiny heart-shaped plants called gametophytes that thrive hidden in
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At Roost | Twisp, WA | May 2019 Urban Nature Series | Ah, the joys of solitude. To sit solo and know alone does not mean lonely. Untethered, we can follow our own internal clocks — wake when ready, eat when hungry, pause whenever to ponder. We gaze
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Robin’s Egg | East Wenatchee, WA | May 2019 Urban Nature Series | Promise comes in small packages. Tiny beings, big ideas, expansive feelings (acceptance, forgiveness) can drop from the sky. As always, I have
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Osprey | East Wenatchee, WA | May 2019 Urban Nature Series | Our local raptors scout prey from atop power poles and fence posts. They’ve found perfect perches in a tree-deficient landscape. Plus, they hunt with nary a peep about civilization’s encroachment or ruined habitat. I wish I could adapt so well. My gym rearranged…
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Stream | East Wenatchee, WA | May 2019 A mental exercise to reduce stress asks us to imagine a perfect place, our sanctuary, in vivid detail. We’re directed to conjure a refuge of comforting sensations — such as touch (light breeze), sound (gurgling creek), smell (forest loam) — and then step into the scene to…
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Leaves | East Wenatchee, WA | May 2019 Beauty often emerges from life’s tangle. We step back and begin to see hidden patterns, maybe even meaning amid the mess. When I stare into the distance, friends think I’m wrestling with deep thoughts. But I’m really just mesmerized by
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Fruit Tree | Twisp, WA | May 2019 We’re forged by genetics but refined by environment. Take this aging fruit tree, for instance, which has survived harsh winters, searing summers, blizzards and drought. Birds feed above on its buds and bugs. Deer dine below on leaves and sour apples. The tree has somehow tapped into
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Marina | Chelan, WA | May 2019 The marina rests in early spring. No boats, no worries. She floats happily atop the deep unknown, rising and falling with whatever comes. Wavelets tickle her
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Sage Trunk | East Wenatchee, WA | April 2019 A retail clerk — a woman of about 65 — told me her husband died last year. “At first, it was hard,” she said. “I found myself drifting.” But she soon discovered that a lack of direction allowed her to grow in any direction. Now she
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Evening Sky | Wenatchee, WA | April 2019 The near and known stay sharp; the far and unfamiliar less focused. Clouds (goals, decisions, purposes) keep moving, changing shape, their final forms uncertain. The night is
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