Funny thing is that I told my husband about my dream and how beautiful it was before it turned to ash. I said how everything beautiful fades, disappears or turns ugly. That was the pity, the blah, in me. I see that in these pictures however, I captured ever lasting beauty. In that, there is hope for today.
It's a cool and crisp September morning. Birds still lay warm in their nests. The sun rises silently. It feels like it's greeting me personally, saying a quiet hello. "Hello" I whisper back. I wait patiently for the world to come alive. Silence
Getting close and personal with the Earth and one of its inhabitants. Life is fragile.
The Mountains Call So I Must Go Photo: © Jennifer Côté
My hubby and I went out last Saturday for a spring bear hunt. We quite enjoy bear meat. I felt it was a little too early to be chasing bears around in the bush, but I wanted to spend a day with my man and be out in nature. If anything, I would at least... Continue Reading →
Every trail leads somewhere, even if it peters out into nothing. That nothing is somewhere. That somewhere contains things; things that you might not expect to find. Imagine this: you are walking down a forest trail miles away from any town or city. It’s just you, flora and fauna and you come across a grassy... Continue Reading →
