More photos from our time in Canmore, Alberta. My eye was drawn to the far and near. A couple lines from a poem I've read since our visit seem very fitting -- from And Now Its October by Barbara Crooker:
. . .
Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery grasses shine in the slanted light.
The full poem can be found on the Writer's Almanac from October 4.
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.