Gorgeous photos and poetry. I also look forward to your posts. (And your books!!) I lost my dearest friend during the same time you lost your Mom and you still graced us with your beautiful work each and every day. I am grateful for the inspiration, the joy, and the comfort, you continue to bring. Thank you, Karen
Grieving a lost parent is truly an experience of sparseness; parents could make the world fuller and brighter. Yet in that sparseness of grief, I imagine two eagles making their way across the sky, soaring, with a nod to each other. I smile. ( still grieving a lost mom in 2017 and a lost dad in 2021 but take comfort they are together). Take care of your heart, Karen.
Thank you for your words and photos ~ beautiful the way you captured it for us~ stillness and hope are too words that come to mind~ Karen bless you as you go through your grief ~ it’s rough at times~ your a blessing~ yes on the book.❤️
Definitely fewer birds around my place lately than usual too, though the Cooper's hawk has been more frequent so maybe there's a connection. Perhaps word has gotten around that this is a "rough neighborhood" or something. But in another month or two the red-wing blackbirds will start returning and outside my window it will be loud and full of song and I won't be able to fill the feeders fast enough!
Beautiful Karen, You captured the sun rise so well, I liked waiting for next photo and words and then the next. Your landscape photos are always so lovely I think putting words onto them would be a distraction. For my brain anyway.
Oh, I hadn't envisioned that format, that would certainly work. I'm not at all that skilled to be able to create something like that but would love to know how to do that.
I’m beginning to really look forward to seeing your posts on Sunday. It makes me wonder about my own scheduled writing (not) and how anticipation plays a part for the audience. Often I forget and then it’s a comfort to see you reliably there. Very sunrise reflected.
When we have the fires here in the pnw we have the most incredible sunsets and sunrises- so everyone says. But they are mostly just loud and brilliant and also aglow. Like the raging forests. You regain appreciation for the soft and subtle and gentle hues and interplays of light that you so wonderfully captured here.
My little canyon is with baited breath on the oak and acorn cycle this year. Last year we had few acorns, a shocking June heat wave created acorns full of dust- so very strange - and so the animals had to forage other things and elsewhere. The sharp tug of our mind body spirit muscles stretching to be adaptable. I feel it right in my heart too. The tremor of hope and worry. So I await to see how all my relatives fare in this skill of navigating scarcity this winter. Or do they have sources unknown that I can’t taste or see? More conversations and listening is needed! My instinct is that we can open paths when others are closed but what about the space in between? Will we survive the abyss of it? My only resource is practicing faith which can feel as fleeting as the sunrise and as breathtaking.
I have often thought substack is an ideal place to write a book, stacking functions with each post becoming a page or Chapter. And then hey presto. A much appreciated collection!
Blessings on your grief. And Thankyou for sharing. It’s such a journey, experiencing scarcity and loss. Becoming hollow bones.
Thank you Natasha. I used to think reliable and dependable were not admirable qualities but I've changed my mind. As I get older I need reliable and dependable things too - like the sunrise. I agree that smoky sunrises and sunsets are different - the colors are very different. And wow - dusty acorns. :( I feel like we had a lot of acorns which seems surprising, but maybe our drought was just late enough? I notice the oaks have held their leaves a long time too.
I love your thoughtfulness and I adore reading your posts. They come from such a connected place. So write them when you write them because they are wonderful. I'm sometimes behind getting to read them because I want to read them in a settled, unhurried way.
Just beautiful, beautiful works this week. How I love that study in monotones. So deeply restful to the eye and soul. Yes! A book! To be able to hold such loveliness in one's lap and run fingers over the pages. A sensory as well as a visual experience...
Those winter colors are incredible. I find myself wanting dress in the sparse colors of outside this time of year 😝
Absolutely beautiful sequence of photos. Thank you!
Gorgeous photos and poetry. I also look forward to your posts. (And your books!!) I lost my dearest friend during the same time you lost your Mom and you still graced us with your beautiful work each and every day. I am grateful for the inspiration, the joy, and the comfort, you continue to bring. Thank you, Karen
Thank you Julianne. Oh gosh, losing your dearest friend is one of the worst things I can imagine. Lots of love. ❤️
Grieving a lost parent is truly an experience of sparseness; parents could make the world fuller and brighter. Yet in that sparseness of grief, I imagine two eagles making their way across the sky, soaring, with a nod to each other. I smile. ( still grieving a lost mom in 2017 and a lost dad in 2021 but take comfort they are together). Take care of your heart, Karen.
❤️❤️ thank you Carolyne and much love to you
Beautiful poem….beautiful photos ❤️😍👍. Can’t believe it’s already been 2 years your Mom’s been gone 💔💔💔💔
Thank you Aunt Sharon. Time goes so crazy fast.
Thank you for your words and photos ~ beautiful the way you captured it for us~ stillness and hope are too words that come to mind~ Karen bless you as you go through your grief ~ it’s rough at times~ your a blessing~ yes on the book.❤️
Thank you Catherine
Gorgeous words and photos.
Thank you - now I need a name to go with Con/Jur/d! :)
This was wonderful! Thank you so much-your words and the pictures fit together so beautifully! I am sending a virtual hug! <3
Thank you Luisa
Definitely fewer birds around my place lately than usual too, though the Cooper's hawk has been more frequent so maybe there's a connection. Perhaps word has gotten around that this is a "rough neighborhood" or something. But in another month or two the red-wing blackbirds will start returning and outside my window it will be loud and full of song and I won't be able to fill the feeders fast enough!
Well the Coop might do that too, lol. Maybe there are predators I'm not seeing that are closer or more active? Hadn't thought of that.
Beautiful Karen, You captured the sun rise so well, I liked waiting for next photo and words and then the next. Your landscape photos are always so lovely I think putting words onto them would be a distraction. For my brain anyway.
Thank you Jan. Oh, not onto them, I'd love to have them in two columns with the words to the side.
Oh, I hadn't envisioned that format, that would certainly work. I'm not at all that skilled to be able to create something like that but would love to know how to do that.
Haha - well I don't know how either! :) I don't think I can do it on Substack.
I’m beginning to really look forward to seeing your posts on Sunday. It makes me wonder about my own scheduled writing (not) and how anticipation plays a part for the audience. Often I forget and then it’s a comfort to see you reliably there. Very sunrise reflected.
When we have the fires here in the pnw we have the most incredible sunsets and sunrises- so everyone says. But they are mostly just loud and brilliant and also aglow. Like the raging forests. You regain appreciation for the soft and subtle and gentle hues and interplays of light that you so wonderfully captured here.
My little canyon is with baited breath on the oak and acorn cycle this year. Last year we had few acorns, a shocking June heat wave created acorns full of dust- so very strange - and so the animals had to forage other things and elsewhere. The sharp tug of our mind body spirit muscles stretching to be adaptable. I feel it right in my heart too. The tremor of hope and worry. So I await to see how all my relatives fare in this skill of navigating scarcity this winter. Or do they have sources unknown that I can’t taste or see? More conversations and listening is needed! My instinct is that we can open paths when others are closed but what about the space in between? Will we survive the abyss of it? My only resource is practicing faith which can feel as fleeting as the sunrise and as breathtaking.
I have often thought substack is an ideal place to write a book, stacking functions with each post becoming a page or Chapter. And then hey presto. A much appreciated collection!
Blessings on your grief. And Thankyou for sharing. It’s such a journey, experiencing scarcity and loss. Becoming hollow bones.
Thank you Natasha. I used to think reliable and dependable were not admirable qualities but I've changed my mind. As I get older I need reliable and dependable things too - like the sunrise. I agree that smoky sunrises and sunsets are different - the colors are very different. And wow - dusty acorns. :( I feel like we had a lot of acorns which seems surprising, but maybe our drought was just late enough? I notice the oaks have held their leaves a long time too.
I love your thoughtfulness and I adore reading your posts. They come from such a connected place. So write them when you write them because they are wonderful. I'm sometimes behind getting to read them because I want to read them in a settled, unhurried way.
Becoming hollow bones. That hits the heart.
Just beautiful, beautiful works this week. How I love that study in monotones. So deeply restful to the eye and soul. Yes! A book! To be able to hold such loveliness in one's lap and run fingers over the pages. A sensory as well as a visual experience...
Thank you Lauren