There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

27 April 2016

The Lowell Observatory


Because of TV shows like Star Trek and Flash Gordon, to movies such as Star Wars, I've wanted to explore the universe of twinkling lights above my head.

The Lowell Observatory, started in the year 1894 in Flagstaff, has made it possible for those with dreams of space exploration to see the wonders that lie beyond the limits of our earthly vision.
It was here that Pluto was first discovered, as well as what is commonly referred to nowadays as "Deep Space".

A light snow falls as you walk along the forested path of infamous scientist's busts. The feeling gives me chills in the most satisfying of ways.
It's funny how you can feel so insignificantly small in comparison to the vastness, yet at the same time a deep connection between you and all other living things,
Everything has it's place in the Universe, from the molecule that is a part of the hairs on my arm that tingle, to the matter that makes up the distant planet called Pluto.


24 April 2016

Guided by ancestor's along the Walnut Canyon rim

I am guided by my spirit ancestors along the rim of Walnut Canyon. I can feel grandfather in a birds call, in the light breeze, in the flowers and trees.

It surrounds me, binds me. 
Calms me.
Curly strands on the agave plant are healing points of nature's acupuncture. I prick myself and leave a tiny trail of symbolic blood as I carry on.

I come to an unexcavated site.
The mysteries and possibilities that lie within are a simple allegory to my life.....

as the lone hawk circles overhead looking for food to sustain his nature.

23 April 2016

The hike around Walnut Canyon Island

700 years ago, the Sinagua Indians found an island in the Arizona landscape that they made their home. Pueblos built into the steep canyon walls provided shelter and protection from the elements.

Today, this sacred place is known as Walnut Canyon.
As the wind whistles through the canyon, a lone flute can be heard in the distance, with an accompanying beat of a drum. Ancestors of the Sinagua Indian and those from other neighboring tribes come to pay their respects to those that once called this place home.
One quietly walks through the early history of America, before the white man.

Before Industrialization, revolution, and the stirrings of independence from one's oppressors.
You enter a time of simply living in the world of the Great Creator, our Grandfather.

15 April 2016

The Boyce Thompson Arboretum

In 1917, Colonel William Boyce Thompson served as co-leader on a Red Cross mercy mission to Russia. It was on this trip that he learned the valuable importance of plants as a source for man's food, clothing and shelter.

On that trip he decided to use his great wealth to improve the use of plant resources. The Boyce Arboretum is one of his legacies.
Founded in 1920, it is Arizona's oldest and largest botanical garden. I've now been in Arizona a little over a month, and this was my second trip to this special place.
I hike the upper trail, watching for rattlesnakes, yet none cross my path, only strange and interesting lizards. The blooming of the desert Spring cacti flowers is in full onslaught, the bee's are busily buzzing from plant to plant.

I watch the pollination dance with mystic wonder.
With each step, the desert grows on me fondly.
It feels like the the beginnings of love, or perhaps even something much greater....

12 April 2016

Bluegrass at the Boyce

I wanted to get back to the Boyce Arboretum after going there for the first time with my parents a couple of weeks before so I could take some time to get quality pictures, and hike the upper trail.

Then I found out that with the ten dollar admission price, a bluegrass concert by a couple of local musicians would be playing that day.
Billy Parker and Ron Rutowski played to a relatively small crowd under the shade of some of the Boyce's magnificent trees. Their laid back style was infectious, their melodies perfect for an April day.
I sat on a small rock wall, laid back against a tree, and took in the sounds of bluegrass. My personal favorite was a cover of "Summertime", as requested by the wife of one of the banjo players.

Give it a listen.