Alone Lies the Way
While the confluence of commuters cruise the highway, alone stands history beside a dirt road. Breaking sun through dense oak, shadows recede and feed my soul.
Just south of Gilroy, CA on the west side of highway 101 this little gem sits. A reminder to me of strength and grace in a moment of solitude.
Granite Walls and Rushing Falls
Winter graces Yosemite's granite walls and velvet meadows with lacy white veils, presenting icy diamonds to the River of Mercy as she threads through the valley floor.
A gift of time spent within the grand halls, my feet planted strong, while Mother Nature tints the world for my easel.
Spirit of the Puffing Wind
The Awahneechee speak of the Po-ho-no, or Spirit of the Puffing Wind, a capricious wind that blows a gossamer veil of water across the granite walls of Bridalveil Fall.
On this winter day, Po-ho-no was quiet while the Merced River sparkled and black oaks glistened in the sun. The ice and snow creating a lacy web up the cliff faces.