Winter Solitude

'Winter solitude-  in a world of one color  the sound of wind.' Matsuo Basho         The Mountains - grow unnoticed Their Purple figures rise Without attempt  Exhaustion Assistance or Applause  In Their Eternal Faces  The Sun with just delight  Looks long and last and golden For fellowship at night    Emily Dickinson    ... Continue Reading →

A windy day in the forest.

I'm still amazed places like this exist on earth.This morning I woke up to the sound of the trees swaying around and small branches flying against the window. It was definitely too windy to try to go higher up on the mountains, above the treeline. In the mountain station there is a cool weather station... Continue Reading →

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