Gathered moments of what was
and what will be.
- Diane
Gathered moments of what was
and what will be.
- Diane
Escaping the rumbling roar of unease,
I take refuge in the golden,
ever-changing landscape
of autumn.
Her beauty whispers…
fly away dear one - fly away.
My thoughts while visiting a favorite pond during the early days of Covid-19…
There is complete silence with the exception of an occasional caw of the crow and a squawk from a scrub jay. No overhead planes, no motors, no man made noise - the absence of it all is absolutely exquisite.
What must the animals imagine as their natural habitats return? Do they now wonder if their ever-so-quiet new worlds will remain?
I wonder and I worry. I’d like to tell the soil, the plants, the trees, the sky and all the earth’s creatures that we have finally come to our senses. That we too have returned to a more gentle, natural existence. But I know this is not so. As soon as we can, we will all return to a frantic pace, distancing ourselves not from each other but from the silence that longs for our daily presence.
I will return to this pond soon and perhaps find myself solitary and in silence again. I hope so. But for now in this mystical moment, I stop and cherish the beauty before me and say “thank you” for this brief time when the entire world literally stopped moving. This silent, serene moment is nothing short of a miracle!
So grateful to be alive in this beautiful landscape after 62 years.
- Diane
One autumn day, an email came in from my friend and fellow photographer, Michael Seldin. After catching up on our lives and the state of affairs of the US, we both quickly gravitated towards the subject of our photography. Michael mentioned that he had been to Eastern Sierra and Death Valley a couple of times in 2018, and what a magical wonderland it is for photographers. With one look at his beautiful images, I quickly started researching and within a couple of weeks, my husband, Bob, and I were on our way there. We had missed the full bloom of the fall foliage but enjoyed the quiet and tranquil hikes that we had all to ourselves. We never made it down to Death Valley but instead went through the spectacular Tioga Pass and into Yosemite where I had the thrill of tracking a Great Grey Owl. It was indeed, a magical trip, and we have Michael to thank for sharing his enthusiasm and encouragement to visit this area.
View many more images here: http://dianevarner.com/autumn-in-the-eastern-sierra
- Diane
Years of sunlit mornings, creative perspectives,
enduring landscapes—so very grateful.
- Diane
a soulful moment
joyful birdsong
melancholy lifts
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May we protect our beautiful environment.
- Diane
Such is the silence of summer dawn
save the cries of babies and young birds.
- Diane
Like a hawk, may we keep perspective.
- Diane
Superimposed over everything...
is the insistence of Light.
- Diane