My morning commute. A herd of elk, meandering through the road. Young bulls and cows, making their way. The drought drove them our way, water by our little lake. The farmers aren't too happy, they eat the crop. But as I remind them, they have profited for many years, by orchards planted by someone else. The circle goes round, no matter human hubris. I love these creatures, so large and regal. My heart is happy and full when Gods come to visit.
I hiked Tehachapi Peak. To the summit I went. What a treat. Something I have been wanting to do since I moved here. My body healing and getting strong, what a climb! A pine supports a oak, a steady buddy upholds on a steep incline. A turn of the switchback and only pines grow. Views so divine. Windmills, desert to the East, Monolith Cement Plant, Angelino's tread what's left of that mound in a land miles away. The Norbertine Monastery and Brite Lake below. A storm the day before, icy tree tops crown Her glory. The frozen wind crackles the limbs and chunks of ice hit the forest floor. I reach the summit and enjoy a granola bar, it was nearly frozen. Yeah, it was brisk! How I love this place! Soul renewed, body feels blissful, alive and revived. Thank you Great Spirit. Related Reading Mountain Top Mountain
Sometimes you're at the right place, at the right time and you get a perfect shot you have been wanting for a long time. The large, silver celestial orb that illuminates the night. Dipping behind the horizon, leaving the sun to shine its way. Thinking thoughts bigger than ourselves, our condition. The mighty oaks. Ancient. Rooted. Timeless keepers of wisdom and endurance. The greening of the hills, the return of Spring. The world is ready for rebirth. Somewhere between heaven and earth, humans make their way. Life, Alleluia.
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