Simple Spring Snow

Simple Spring Snow
As the heavens poured out the white, winter, down-duvet-split-open-softness on to our heads and campsite and woods the colours and light danced so quietly
as my boots crunched, the water gurgled and Karin’s beer spray protected us all from invisible rye and malt humour.

So is the bed of peace and hope.

There are a few children missing, but nothing more than what is being done can be done. So pray with us, for us, for them.


There are views of life that are so subtly similar, yet a step to the right, left or ahead provide a completely different perspective, seeing in through the cracks that are in everything the light that is Grace and Hope.







The Trees, alive with light on the walk out of the warmth into the wilderness.



Water the source of life, the wonder of life, the beauty of life. Green. Why?

Not because it’s cold, but because it is not cold enough to keep the glaciers from melting.


Glowing, white streams in the green of gorgeous. Can you see it here, too?


The River looking onto it from various points, perspective that changes light and subject, all the same yet completely different.


Turtles, of the snacking kind were at the table the night before, and here they appear again, a bit molded and quiet, looking not to be eaten anymore.


The soft look of fallen snow and fog on the mountains beyond the river.


Rocks … below and …

Rocks below … and …


Rocks beyond …


The River Upstream


Turning 180°


More turtles and …


Rocks and …


Rocks and …


Rocks and …




Rocks … until …


There are no more rocks in view as one looks downstream to Pyramid Mountain.


The path back to coffee and breakfast.



As the snow hangs tight but loosened by melting, waffles wait with syrup from trees and butter enough.


The light and the drips of water frozen in place the evening before.



The Pine trees up-close, frozen mid-drip.



The victory.