Taking Flight

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. ~Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Home is Where the Heart Is

I live at Home.  No really.  I live at Home, Washington.    It is ripe with history, with anarchists and granolaites and nudists.  It’s out here in the Key Peninsulas and can I just say I feel so at home here?  😀

It is so beautiful.  I was born and raised in the deserts of New Mexico and lived in Utah for 25 years before coming out here.  It is true what they say about trees being revitalizing.    Trees are healthy, trees are good.  I love them and their green, expansive ways.

We have an indigenous tree called the madrona.  It has been in some of my previous photos but I will be highlighting them in a future post.

In the meantime, another few pictures of the place I call home.

Joemma Beach, two miles from my home.

One of my favorite inlets. It’s right next to the post office and Home store .

Joemma beach on a blustery day.

Joemma Beach. The madrona trees have the red wood, you can see them peaking out from underneath the pines/cedars. You can get some pretty good sized crabs on this beach.

Just on the south side of the dock at Joemma Beach.

Twilight Glow

“Do your work, then step back. The only path to serenity.”
― Lao Tzu

 

 

Blue Willow Lavender Farm Part II!

http://www.bluewillowlavenderfarm.com/Blue_Willow_Lavender_Farm/Welcome.html

This place is a bit tricky to find but I promise if you are a lavender lover and are in the neighborhood it is totally worth your time to walk around, inhale the scents, and absorb the peace of the entire farm.  There are multiple places to sit, strategic places next to trees where there is shade.  The store is amazing and glowing with brilliantly flowering roses and lavender.

Tracy, the owner, is as kind and earthy as can be.

Truly a beautiful experience.

Two Orange Baby Buffalo!

Little Man is the alpha of the herd, there at the front. If you call him, he’ll come running. The herd follows right behind.

Heading to the food source…..us. We feed them celery, apples, sweet bell peppers, and bread. Lots of bread!

Baby always stays very close to mom. Both calves are approximately three weeks old.

They’re acting much more alert than my last visit.

There are two different kinds of buffalo, and this mom has the horns that go up and straight as opposed to horizontal and curl in.

Baby kisses for mom.

Got them both in one shot. And luckily enough, I got mom tongue for each! 🙂

Babies!

You can see the real color contrast in this photo.

Baby was pretty curious of us.

A closer look.

Headed to the water hole.

What are the odds the Good Year blimp was flying overhead? (things that make you think)

My friend Sami and her two daughters with their two friends (and Sami’s friend) came out to meet and feed the buffalo.  It was fascinating to watch the buffalo respond to the girls.  They followed them up and down along the fence line.  Maybe it was their energy level.

This next photo set are of the girls collection of wild daisies, discovering an abundance of ladybugs, and offers to “ladysit” each other’s bugs.  It was quite the picturesque activity!

Ladybugs and daisies.

Trail of daisies

Collecting flowers for a giant daisy cluster

The girls really took a liking to the ladybugs

Ladysitting in the twilight.

Showing me her bounty

Shades of Monet

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.   ~Claude Monet

Blue Willow Lavender Farm

http://www.pugetsoundfresh.org/farm/blue-willow-lavender-farm, located in the key peninsulas west of Gig Harbor, Washington.

“There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.”
― Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

Froguana at Twilight

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.    ~Lucy Maud Montgomery

The White and Cherry Blossom Tree on the Key Peninsula

Spring Cherry Blossoms and Moss

The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him. ~Auguste Rodin

 

Spring in Lakebay Washington