We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
~ William Shakespeare

Coyote Pup, Tucson, Arizona 2011
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
~ William Shakespeare

Coyote Pup, Tucson, Arizona 2011
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly…to listen to stars and buds, to babes and sages, with open heart; await occasions, hurry never…this is my symphony.
~ William Henry Channing

Monarch Butterfly, Davenport, Iowa 2009
For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, For love and friends.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Scorpionweed with Bee, Tucson, Arizona 2012
If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.
~ George Bernard Shaw

Laughing Squirrel, Portland, Oregon
It is not the easy or convenient life for which I search…but life lived to the edge of all my possibility.
~ Mary Anne Radmacher-Hershey

Agave, Tucson, Arizona 2013
Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that
take our breath away.
~ Anon.

Bald Eagle, Lower Klamath Lake National Wildlife Refuge, California 2008
US Route 20, the longest road in the United States runs from Newport to Boston – now that would be an epic road trip! California Sea Lion (Zalophus californianus) closeups from the docks in Newport Harbor (and yes, Sea Lions poop, too). American Crow (Corvus brachyrhynchos) with Pacific Herring (Clupea pallasii).
For the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes.
~ e.e. cummings

Gleeson, Arizona 2013
“There is no use in trying,” said Alice; “one cannot believe impossible things.” “I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age I always did it for half an hour each day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
~ Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Common Salsify, John Day Fossil Beds National Monument, Oregon 2008
During a recent beach walk a friend explained to another what made the holes in the rocks, “Boring Clams, literally.” I just couldn’t help myself, “Well, figuratively, too. If you invite them to your party, they won’t dance, they’ll just sit there. They really are boring clams!” Ba-dum-tshh!
All kidding aside, it is the Piddock or Boring Clam (Penitella penita) that uses the rough ridges on its shell to slowly grind a hole into rock where it will stay for the rest of its life. Lucky for them, most of the rock up here is a fairly malleable mudstone.
