A cold and crisp Winter morning in a small wooded haven.
Life has cheated death once again in their age old struggle.
What more can there be than the beauty of the present moment?
Beauty of the Moment
Birds
Seed Inspector
Snowfall covering the land in a blanket of cold cotton.
Scattered atop the cold cotton cover, food for feathered friends.
An inspection begins of the food offering left behind.
Trail Keeper
The keeper of the trail, bold in red, awaits the toll to be paid.
A traveller approaches with seeds of the sunflower in hand.
The toll is paid and accepted, and the traveller walks on.
In the Open
Out in the open and on the ground in search of things to eat.
The beauty of the Autumn morning Sun masks Winter’s approach.
What can be gained remaining here and now, but perhaps a new life?
Alarm Call
A cluster of trees watching over the living and the dead.
Alarm calls ring out - echoing a warning to those listening.
What can be done, but to listen and live in the eternal now?
Autumn Owl
Wind-blown leaves rustling all around in the late afternoon.
Autumn marches on, stopping for nothing, caring not for us.
May we have but one wish: to have this moment be eternal?
Maple Tree Owl
The cacophony of complaints echoes from all around you.
Seeking to drive you to flee, you wait out their impatience.
On this day, the only winning move is not to play their game.
Morning Call
A quiet morning and the silence shattered by a Hunter’s call.
Those of the Hunted remain still and silent, revealing nothing.
What Truth connects the Hunter and the Hunted on this morning?
Return to Slumber Tree
A lonely sentinel of wood, stands facing the dying day.
Their brethren and kin have long since been felled by Nature and time.
Does the sentinel know the safety they provide on this day?
Slumber Tree
A weathered old corpse of wood remains standing lifeless and still.
Yet life is slumbering within and peering out sleepily.
What thoughts arise in the unknown world between sleep and awake?