Forest Robots

As the Sun Rises Between Timberline and Mountain Crest

Treading Where Others Have Perished

Glacial Architecture of the Mountain Corridor

A Detailed Cartography

Imagining August 1976, Here

It's Quietest at the Edge of the Crestline

Karst Wildlife Surveying

Of Birds Migrating In The Distance

Awash in Granite Geometry

In the Late Autumn Afternoon Rainstorm

The Clouds That First Gather at the Mountain

Subtly Widening Bergschrunds

Over the Drainage Divide

All Across the High Plain After the Storm

Night Sky Over The Face Of A Nearby Tarn

In The Climb, Not The Summit, Lies The Most Wisdom

The Biggest Soul Searches Require The Widest Forests

Sustenance Comes From The Roots, Not The Height

All Great Things Must Grow Through Dirt First

We Only Die Once, But Can Be Grateful Every New Day

Even the Tallest Leaves Return to the Roots

This World Is Held Together By The Beauty Of Humble Places

A Church Is Religion, A Tree Is Spirituality

Always the Tallest Mountain to Climb Resides Within You

A Weak Mind Will Never Defeat a Strong Soul

All The Rivers Born In The Mountains

As The Sun Sets Across Wide Open Fields

Mirror Your Patience from Trees, Persistence from Grass

Just Before Nightfall in the Forest

Somewhere In The Early Morning Forest Mist

Where the Garden and the Forest Meet

Of Embers Warmth The Long Forgotten Memories

As Every Crevice In The Woods Waits Patiently For Sunrise

In All The Places That We Roam And Wander

Everything Under the Light of the Full Moon

Every Ray Of Light In Between The Reeds And Trees

Sudden Bioluminescence

Deep in the Milky Way Spectrum

Everything Changes Color With The Rainfall

A Latitude Often Changes Character but Not Position

It Lies Sunk Deep Beneath the Old Lake

Through the Trees and into Wide Open Landscapes

And The Clouds Then Turned Into Castles

Wind Always Runs Wilder Along The River's Current

The Last of the Melting Snow

Where the Wild Summer Storms Run

To Return To The Valley One Has To Have Reached The Peak

Everything Changes Shape Under The Supermoon

No Mountain Can Stand Without A Valley To Surround It

Farewell Sudden Summer Storm Clouds