Living by the rhythm of the moon and sun is the pace I need right now.     I recently got a long lens for my camera, and it is allowing me to study details I wasn’t able to before.  It’s awesome.

Last night I dreamt that fire was racing up the mountain towards our camp.  The scrub oaks, cats claw, yucca and dry golden grasses blazing in a furry of fire.   As I ran up the hill away from it the heat and flames swept me up, over the cliff edge

All of these soft gradations, I just can’t stop.   They feel like portals.