Every day blessings

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.  It's a time for gratitude.  And family.  Several months ago I spent an evening with a dear family of four.  We talked.  We walked.  We laughed.  We smiled.  We shared.  We hugged.  Love...

Every day blessings.

Blessings every day.

News: Boundary Waters 2013 Calendar

Part of the photography process for me is to present my work, my observations of the world, for others to enjoy.  Meandering half a world away from my cherished north country, I miss the opportunities for art shows and face-to-face conversations.  (Yes, I miss you all!)  So... I am especially delighted to again be included in Ravenwords' Boundary Waters & Quetico calendar.

Those who have the 2013 Boundary Waters calendar will enjoy an hmn northwoods moment for the upcoming month of January.  The photo was first featured on a 2009 Meandering blogpost Wide Open Spaces and commemorates a favorite winter activity: skiing on the lakes at the close of the day, soaking up the last sun rays before the temperature drops with the sun.

Raven Productions produces this calendar each year and features photographs with the spirit of the BW and Quetico from local photographers (Jim Brandenburg, Ken Hupila & more).  See the calendar or visit their website for the complete photographer list (click here).

Purchase the 2013 calendar in local Ely shops, buy online through Ravenwords' website (ravenwords.com), or contact Heidi Mae directly... or indirectly.  ; )

Zig zag in green

Every day gems

Last week I had a chat with my little people.  They are day-brighteners.  And I miss them.  Sunshine land has every day gems too.  I see green plants and bright colored flowers every day.  I savor the beauty and experiences here... and I miss the little people.  Today I'll share a bit of color to tantalize those of you reading this from the north country.  ; )

Framed

Zip, zip, zip.  Freeze.  Disappear.

Golden Buddhas

On a treasure of a day with wrong turns that were right, I meandered over mountains and on backroads by motorbike.  As I turned a corner, a grove full of buddhas appeared.  I wondered and wandered and found an orange-robed monk at a small dwelling.  His eyes were clear and bright.  He offered water.  We sat quietly in the shade and spoke few words.  He gave directions to return to the main highway: turn left, turn left, turn left.  All right.

The intended destination of the big white buddha on the mountain was meant for another day. Wrong turns are right turns.  All right.

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