A bird that lands upon a fence, tree, or roof in your yard may land in mine tomorrow, a month from now, or a few years from now. In that way we are kin, and we are all connected. The wilds of the world connect us all in ways we will never truly comprehend or appreciate until it is too late—whether it be by its demise or ours.
I have few words for this journal post. Not much has changed for better or for worse. Instead I'd like to take this time to share with you some images I recently captured of this wonderful California spring we're having. In doing so I hope to make the world kin by sharing a touch of nature with you.
This post is written in honor of John Muir whose birthday is coming up in little over a week.