09/13/2026
Summer has come and is almost gone with some beautiful memories despite the rain…
Kayaking upon the clouds…
On our last night ‘away from it all’, the lake was so still it was like a mirror.
As we glided across the water, it was as if we weren’t paddling upon a lake anymore, but floating through the sky—parting the clouds with our kayaks.
I took this photograph looking down—the sun in the sky captured in the water.
As above, so below…
It’s moments like these I ache for.
No Wi-Fi. No screens. No constant pull for your attention. Time moves differently out there. It slows enough for you to notice things again.
To listen.
To exhale.
It was a much-needed break from the noise of the world.
It’s always hard to leave this particular place. It still has a purity, a wildness that tourist traps don’t.
It is a place where a crow is not merely a crow, but an ancient forest spirit.
The spirits of this forest watch you.
The wind speaks….
