little fires

 

 

 

 

sometimes I’m quick to snuff it out
sometimes I let it burn
but there’s always that ash
sticking to the soles of my shoes
the gritty tracks
follow me
for days

 

 

 

a large drop of sun

 

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“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
~ John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

one last day at Muir Overlook
Marin County, California
where this magnificent Peregrine Falcon returns to her nest each evening

last light of day

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The world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.”
~ John Muir

Muir Beach
Marin County
California

home ocean

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“The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected marine animals along the coast. I know its moods, its color, its nature. It was very far inland that I caught the first smell of the Pacific. When one has been long at sea, the smell of land reaches far out to greet one. And the same is true when one has been long inland.”
~ John Steinbeck

Muir Overlook
at sunset

Mill Valley, California

one of those days

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This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.

~Sarah Orne Jewett