What a week! What a crappy, crappy week. I always thought I was really lucky to be one of those Lymies that didn't have it so bad to end up in the hospital, but in the hospital is exactly where I ended up on Thursday.
How was your morning? Mine? I spent 87 minutes watching ants work. What can I say? Nature captivates me so much so that it inspired me to invest in a macro lens and focus on small bits of nature. Photographing bees, butterflies and insects as if I were a street photographer, I captured little moments of joy, effort and wonder. I turned that small world into my first book which helped me realized one of life's great lessons: nothing is too small to have an enormous impact on the world.
What a week! What a crappy, crappy week. I always thought I was really lucky to be one of those Lymies that didn't have it so bad to end up in the hospital, but in the hospital is exactly where I ended up on Thursday.
This month's masthead is brought to you by the letter "B." B is for butterfly, bee and bull thistle. I could watch nature's co-workers for hours as they each take what they need from the thistle. As long as I didn't have to move much.
If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.” ~ Martin Luther King Jr. A flock of brawny pelicans soar the sky above the sea one evening. I'm feeling weak and my headaches have returned. All […]
As they say, the goats have moved on to greener pastures. But I couldn't let one more opportunity for a goat post pass me by.
It was 7 pm on a Friday. Rush hour for the mountains. I spotted a man looking down the hillside at our pasture where the goats were grazing. I sighed contently. "Another lookie-loo admiring the goats," I thought. It made me happy that people enjoyed watching them. But as I passed the man, I noticed […]
The Saturday following the arrival of our Hungry Goats, Mr. Wild Dingo and I entered the pasture from Lower Nitwit trail to begin our dog walk. As usual, I began taking photos while Mr. Wild Dingo, the cracker and the criminal all patiently looked on. Then I saw a little black blob that wasn't there […]
It's that time of year again when the pasture at the end of NitWit trail becomes overgrown. Normally we use our fantastic land clearing crew who've not only developed Lower Nitwit trail but have been instrumental in keeping the property fire-safe. We were at a point though that it was becoming more difficult to manage […]
Sometimes I feel like Lyme disease is a black hole and I'm standing on its event horizon. Petrified, yet consumed with its mystery. My feet too heavy to move from the crushing grip it has on me. One second of my life spent frozen on the event horizon and a life time of the world […]