Imagine yourself in the vast desert, face-to-face with these hooked spines, a fortress hiding bittersweet water within. Hope your Valentines Day is less prickly.
Here I revel in the spectacle of an early morning rising of the cresent moon.
Here I explore the concepts of “earthglow” and occultation.
One October Evening
When Pam and I lived in an converted mill house on Malloryville Road one walk we’d take with cameras was out the front door, turn right and walk the road to the hilltop to take in the views.
Ripe corn on Malloryville Road from a hill above the Fall Creek valley.
Fall Creek Valley view from Malloryville Road looking southwest. In the far distance is Connecticut Hill. You can see the towers of Ithaca College from here, but not in this photograph.
In the early dawn, I walked the path to Killen, drawn by the legacy of my mother’s Irish youth. An abandoned hay wagon stood, a relic amidst the whispers of history and myth. Join me in uncovering the roots that intertwine family and the enduring Irish land.
Discover the Sego Lily, Calochortus nuttallii, a symbol of resilience and beauty in the arid deserts of the West. Uncover its role in pioneer survival and its captivating presence on a serene April backpack into the Rincon Wilderness. Join us in exploring the enduring grace of this desert gem.
Morning’s first blush stirs,
Horizon whispers in gold
Day’s ancient new song.
catching the wind
A week after Rough Surf pounded Cocoa Beach a north wind was up, I set out on a long beach walk. Our plan was to meet at Cheri Down Park, Pam driving up with lunch.
After I emerged from under the Cocoa Beach pier, I spotted this sailboarder. At first it was the handheld sail that caught my attention, enough to capture this video. Watching the recording, I see his board is equipped with a hydrofoil. He is about a foot above the water.
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This rider has nothing on the Man O’War, of the post header image. Click this link to visit “Man O’War Beach Walk” on my blog.
Here we discover and learn to admire the winterberry shrub, or Ilex verticillata, during a frosty February morning. Its crimson berries, which symbolize hope, sustenance, and life’s enduring cycle, are a stark contrast to the pall of winter.
On a brisk day at Stewart Park, I stroll alongside Cayuga Lake, observing Canadian Geese and white willows. The tranquil, interconnected scene proves an enduring memory despite everyday worries.
Michael Stephen Wills Photography 