Bo. 22. Lover of nature, the earth, God, and people. I walk this earth as anyone else. Talk to me if you want
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Some stunning photos of Tiki, my red-shouldered hawk, taken by Kat Mokry Photography over the weekend. She had a lot of fun chasing quail, rabbits, and even a road runner! Nothing in the bag yet, but it made for some fun flights and beautiful photos.
“Come to the woods, for here is rest.” ~John Muir
Rand stepped forward. In this place of nothing, the Pattern seemed to swirl around him like a tapestry. HERE IS YOUR FLAW, SHAI’TAN-LORD OF THE DARK, LORD OF ENVY! LORD OF NOTHING! HERE IS WHY YOU FAIL! IT WAS NOT ABOUT ME. IT’S NEVER BEEN ABOUT ME!
It was about a woman, torn and beaten down, cast from her throne and made a puppet-a woman who had crawled when she had to. That woman still fought.
It was about a man that love repeatedly forsook, a man who found relevance in a world that others would have let pass them by. A man who remembered stories, and who took fool boys under his wing when the smarter move would have been to keep on walking. That man still fought.
It was about a woman with a secret, a hope for the future. A woman who had hunted the truth before others could. A woman who had given her life, then had it returned. That woman still fought. It was about a man whose family was taken from him, but who stood tall in his sorrow and protected those he could.
It was about a woman who refused to believe that she could not help, could not Heal those who had been harmed.
It was about a hero who insisted with every breath that he was anything but a hero.
It was about a woman who would not bend her back while she was beaten, and who shone with the Light for all who watched.
Including Rand.
It was about them all.
Robert Jordan & Brandon Sanderson, A Memory of Light, chapter thirty-nine, page eight hundred and ninety-seven
(via firesofheaven)
Bombo sunrise
The impressive cliffs of Pingora Peak reflect in the mirror-like waters of an alpine pond. In a mountain range like the Winds, I was quite happy to have a brief break in the gusts to get such a pleasant sunrise. (at Cirque of the Towers)
