Tag Archives: outdoors

Don’t Let It Go

After sunset in Southern Illinois. © 2016 1inawesomewonder.

Holding the light.

Never gets old.

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Sunset  in the Land of Lincoln

Ice in the air

A couple of days ago, I went in search of nearby winter weather. I found ice. Everywhere.

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Every blade, every twig, encased in ice.

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Spruce needles bulk up with ice.

icing everything

There was ice in the fog, and on everything I could see.

icy grip

Branches are pretty cool, but these branches take that to a new level.

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If any surface was exposed, it had ice on it or ice hanging from it.

Passing Through

Sometimes I travel just to pass through an area, but many times I travel to a spot just to let it pass through me.

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Wooded area along the Magalloway River (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Looking north towards the homestead and Uncle Lloyd's farm.

Looking north towards the homestead and Uncle Lloyd’s farm (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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Abrams Pond (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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Remote brook in northern NH (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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St. John River Valley (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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The top of Dixville Notch (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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The area around Mt. Katahdin (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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The first miles of the Connecticut River (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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The spaces where I learned to be free (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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Anywhere I can see the canvas that is the sky (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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Many a dream have I pondered lost in the glow of the tree (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

TSO at the Verizon Wireless Arena 11-29-14. From Section 202, Row F.

TSO shows (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

One such place where I can go and let the sounds of yesteryear fill the silence that envelopes me.

One such place where I can go and let the sounds of yesteryear fill the silence that envelopes me (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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My views of the Northern Lights (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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Open places, animals, snow and the sky, weather nearby (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

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Along the Androscoggin (photo by 1inawesomewonder) ©

Where Words Take Me

Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. – John Muir quoted by Samuel Hall Young in Alaska Days with John Muir (1915) chapter 7
God never made an ugly landscape. All that the sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.” ~ John Muir
John Muir is on my list of people I would like to have spent time with. Perhaps the only thing more beautiful than his energetic, artistically descriptive words were the scenes he gazed upon. I long for the times I can wander the hills, mountains, and streams to “wash my spirit clean”, and I do.

A view of Eldorado National Forest from Route 50

A view of Eldorado National Forest from Route 50

Going Home?

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”
John Muir, Our National Parks

Mountains and more mountains

Mountains and more mountains

Too Much Here For One To See

I look to the sky and the blazing sun
Feeling like I’ve arrived, the only one
 
This place before me feels like home?
Should I never leave here, no longer roam?
 
God must have painted here, these very tones
Man has not touched this place nary a stone
 
Sitting, I gaze upon this beautiful place
Content, I wish to stay, leave the race
 
How is it that a site can affect me so?
I couldn’t retreat now if I wanted to go
 
I wonder aloud, here am I intended to be?
Perfect; sky, water, rock, quiet and me?
 
Feeling privileged as if near the Creator
My senses are whet like never before
 
There’s an urgency I feel but it’s odd
Like I can wait here looking, to see God
 
Wait I do, frozen really on this grassy lea
In time, I notice all, He is revealed to me
 
With sweeping glance again and again
I see there’s more than when I began
 
How could this be here, in its entirety?
Bigger, better, more efficient than any city
 
Hours seem to cram themselves into seconds
Astutely aware I long for time at this expanse
 
I came in by myself but do not feel alone
Arising, I wish to visit with each stone
 
All at once I wish to share this place
While wanting here, to witness just my face
 
I work to move among the vast scenery
Noting that maybe mans not meant entry
 
Time nor distance measure my rate
Only light or the lack of it track my fate
 
Once upon the floor of this earthly dimple
Closer inspect confirms my race, so simple
 
The beauty is all at once overwhelming
But still, nothing I’ve known more calming
 
Wandering among the divine, peace is mine
Hoping this space is the same for all time
 
The symmetry of societal plans exists away,
Away from this pastoral valley further today
 
Time is still, so am I, as it should be
For there’s too much here for one to see
 
Only the land prevents me from deliberating
Tranquil, I visit, the sound of my heart pulsating
 
Looking up I see water falling freely down
I feel no sound; don’t know where I’m bound
 
The flow disappears on the distant horizon
I move to the spot I keep my eyes on
 
Asking I wonder what I came here to see
It seems in this freedom I am finding me
 
The air is cooler the water again I spy
Calm at the base after the traverse so high
 
This cool spot wasn’t visible a while back
How long I enjoy it, I’ve simply lost track
 
Were there limits on the time I should spend?
It’s been night once since and I see no end
 
Then I wonder what pieces of this site
Will witness the sun setting tonight
 
I can’t guess the distance, or the time
Any checks vanish amid this nature sublime
 
Only the natural around including all sound
This freedom is true, the definition I’ve found
 
Waves of orange and red light another day’s end
In awe, man’s place I figure as God would intend
 
I close my eyes this time in hopes of a dream
Recounting this heavenly place aside a stream
 
This man, in awesome wonder, stops by free
Wishing all could encounter such majesty