Emkaydub

This is in Maryland, outside of Myersville, near the Annapolis Rocks outlook.

8:45 clouds.

Taking photos at this time doesn’t fit into my normal schedule. But it’s the time of the year where I let spontaneity roll off my back more easily, and though I love the early morning and starry night’s challenge to the darkness, this is good for me… and I pursue wellness.

Long awaited path.

Hiking upon the ridge of The Appalachian Trail, the path is wide and welcoming, sometimes even soft, considering you’re walking on a giant rock outcropping.

Walk together.

Sweet Zen.

This is all locust. It smells sweet and is relatively easy to split, especially when you avoid the knots.

It seems to me when we can avoid known difficulties, perhaps we should.

For me, there’s something cathartic about stacking and splitting firewood.

Beyond The Cat.

He loves to watch the sun rise whether I’m next to him or not. He loves to love, too, as evidenced here.

Whatever I’m doing isn’t as important as love and this is a good reminder.

That’s a “cease fire,” huh?

Glad tRump didn’t get a Nobel.

Autumn’s blueberry leaves.

I’ve been meaning to walk into this part of The Garden for some time now. These leaves have been beckoning me. They’re as vibrant as ever.

Usually, the praying mantis leave their ootheca for me but this is not that. I hope they don’t mind sharing this space.

Anikan rising.

I feel the fight between the contrasting forces: the light, the dark. I’m drawn to both.

Each day we find opportunities to justify when we’ve succumbed to the dark side instead of regretting our feeble inhumanity.

But there’s today, an opportunity to rise with the light.

Westward stars.

At the end of the day, lights out, I looked out, and through the window I saw these stars shining, and as per usual, they moved me for the final time.

Succumbing, enveloped by their blanket of power, it eased me down to sleep.

So much winning.

They’re not exactly known for transparency or truth. So…

Rise over the East Field.

I had just about finished building the morning fire when I looked up to the light beckoning me outside.

I left the unfinished fire and like a moth, I went to the Big Flame.

Not all things need to be complicated. Being drawn to the light is one of those things.

Blurry drive.

Hungry before dark I headed to dinner. I didn’t hike the Appalachian Trail today, but I did cycle near it up the back country roads, seeing the beech trees holding onto their little leaves and a few stubborn oaks holding onto theirs.

This land, these roads, I love.

Sad. It’s like children are running those departments.

It’s because he has no understanding.

Evening power.

Even when the sun is gone, its power is felt.

Even though productivity was high for me today, it is nothing compared to this Grand Scheme Of Things.

Neither. I’m a bit of a trickster with my phone.

I turned it to selfie mode and set it facing up the tree.

Sad. Who, exactly is against universal healthcare?

Up to the top.

Hiking on the Appalachian Trail, I stopped to admire this giant.

It’s the enduring legacy more than the pile of money.

Morning Pink.

It’s all clouds today. I feel grateful, almost lucky to have received this gift of color at all.

It’s not always what we’d have chosen, but each day provides.

Proving, once again, The Orangutan is dumber than the poop in his pants. He knows literally nothing and proves it every time his fat fingers start typing away.

Sky aflame.

I often wonder if it is in any way symbolic of what’s happening or if it’s just a weather pattern that’s so dramatic. Yes?

From a guy sleeping on the job all the time… fu€k him.

Moonrise through the trees.

This was one of the last shots I took of the big moon rising. The timing just worked out once again. The clouds made it seem a bit spooky, but I don’t fear these woods.

Hours aslumber are cut shorter and shorter.

It’s best we make the most of the time we have.

Hedgehog moss.

As I walked a watershed forest, it was so nice to be inspired by the beauty great and small. The oaks were crowded so they grew up up up. In the dense shade, the moss finds cool reprieve and moisture for survival.

A place for all things and things in between.

Moon through.

It was a hot mess of jumbled blue dots flying around but with plenty of patience, more dots than I’d like, and a steady hand, a few good shots happened.

Mosaics: building of the picture with many small pieces.

Moon on a wire.

It came, it shone and still was shining when I awoke and stayed around longer than needed to take this shot this morning.

The moon is powerful. There are many kinds of super powers. We have our preferences, but that doesn’t take away from any of the others.

Potomac burning through.

The water is so low. Beaches are showing where they’re rarely seen. But, the flow will increase - this we know. It’s coming. Each day. Boulders rock the boat still but soon, there will be plenty of water. Patience.

Moon through Maple.

There was so much light that even the darkness could not be easily be hidden.

So evident that now is the time to cast light upon the dark, to have IT be in fear, that its time has come and that time is now.

Bent Moonlight.

Looking out to see what’s working in the dark showed the moonbeams and the show went on from there.

As the full moon comes more fully on, so does the size of her beams, making quick work of shadows and silhouettes.