It’s been said, “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” I just returned from three days deep in the Denali wilderness exploring the awesome wonders of His creation  . . . breathless, soul soothing glimpses of eternity. I M blessed . .…

The glowing grandeur of dawn’s sunrise initiating a new day . . . the fading splendor of twilight’s sunset declaring its finale . . . regal magnum opus masterpieces of our Creator. No two are ever replicated. No one can deny their magnificence. And, somewhere beyond the horizon, they mysteriously merge . . . ‘maxi-majesties’…

In this tumultuous world and time of global Covid-19 uncertainty, our local Trumpeter Swan parents and their five signets provide a cathartic calm. Watching them has me reminiscing about my own children . . . They were so cute when they were little They grew up way too fast They were considerably less obedient than…

The Midnight Sun has begun to rapidly abandon its nighttime vigil, dipping below the horizon four minutes earlier with passing each day.  This evening, as if in reluctant protest, it exited behind the mountains in a brilliant burst of defiant detonation, an epic portrait of Divine omnipotence! The best is yet to come . .…

In our world of Covid-19 uncertainty and social turmoil nothing could restrain the calming celestial display that lit up the Land of the Midnight Sun’s heavens. Pray your 4th of July was a blessed one. “The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display His craftsmanship.” – Psalm 19:1            …

“The mountains are calling, and I must go”. John Muir and I share the same hearing range . . . mountain range. Stretching to the sky, a mere couple miles away across Fish Lake as the raven flies, Castle Mountain called today. For this flightless ole duffer it’s a 10 mile trek featuring a washed out…

Ever hear a senior citizen described as “Cute”? Not since they were in diapers, and Depends don’t qualify.  “Cute” is reserved for the young . . . “Old” is old. Here’s some ‘Cuties’ and their Moms . . . except for the red little squirrel perched on my “Old” hand.

Covid-19 isn’t nearly as discouraging to me as is the recent racial turmoil our country is experiencing  . . . I’m reluctant to turn on the news anymore. Our country has never been, will never be perfect, and there will always be an evolving need for improvement in most every area. However, it’s current state is…

Watching Mama and her younguns’ wander through the backyard my thoughts drifted (a perpetual state of mind) back to my childhood. My five younger siblings and I were blessed with a mother whose nurturing, unconditional love set the Gold Standard for 93 years before she left for Home. So how did a cow moose and…

Trumpeter Swans are the largest existing species of waterfowl. With a wingspan that can exceed 10 feet and a weight than can top 25 pounds, they’re also the heaviest North America bird. As impressive as they are territorial, these magnificent birds nearly followed the passenger pigeon’s route to extinction. By 1933 fewer than 70 were known to exist…