Very beautiful manzanita on zendo grounds.
Closeup of manzanita foliage and bark.
Chores done, an afternoon silent stroll.
Quiet winter beauty.
Oak, with some mistletoe infestation.
Moss on boulder, with feathery dried grass.
M walking; her shadow obediently follows.
Meditative strolling in the Sierra Foothills.
Walking the Path.
Oak and boulders, with mountains beyond.
The lowering sun angle backlit this grass, making it glow.
"…a finger pointing at the Moon is not the Moon itself." A saying attributed to the Buddha, who used it to clarify that "…my teaching is a method to experience reality and [is] not reality itself."
Winter sunlight. What lies beyond the rise?
A mature oak.
Some of this land is farmed.
Yes, turkeys can fly!
Stout trunk of an oak.
Detail of oak bark.
Bark texture, with lichen and grass seeds.
An oak with a much lighter mien.
Texture of the mosses.
Trunk with suggestive bulges. What was YOUR thought?
The same oak, from a different aspect.
Surrounded by miracles.
Clear winter sky, and praiseworthy oaks.
Some lives end up taking many twists and turns.
Look closely and see the accumulated bumps and scars of a noble life.
Suggestive of a favorite book title: "Cloud-hidden, Whereabouts Unknown."
Branches and paths.
Decay below the surface.
Plant in a granite vase?
Colorful and mysterious lichens.
We're being shadowed!
Stretching out the end of another beautiful day.
Back on the zendo grounds, late-afternoon sun bathes the oaks.
Snow-sprinkled mountains to the north.