Reflections

This time of year, in between the rains, the cows still graze in wide open fields. Today, one scene caught my eye as I passed the last dairy before heading home–200 jersey cows all lying on the lush pasture, except for one gal who stood in the middle of them all. I shouted to no one, “What a standout!” And then immediately thought of our dear dog Bodhi who we said goodbye to just a week ago.   Over the last month, I’d often get down on the floor at Bodhi level and ask him if

Recently, my daughter Alexandra and I took a botanical printing class taught by Hannah Watson  through Wild Craft Studio School  in...

Vine maple by C. Burress, 2025 We miss a lot from reading the papers that are made from the trees instead of reading the trees...

Shadows in the Understory (Burress) “Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty.” –   Junichiro Tanizaki Most mornings, after...

Great horned owlet (CA) Photo by C. Misen, 2025 There is a pair of Great horned owls who return every year to their nest in an oak tree...

Western red Cedar, Tillamook Estuaries Partnership, Tillamook, OR, April 2025 Earlier this month, my husband and I joined 20 others who...

Before my walk, I set an intention to open to receive messages from the natural world so that I can share them here with you. When the...

Woody Debris Pile, Trask River, Tillamook, Oregon 2/2025 Four miles down river from our home, there is a wooded 1-mile hike called...

Frazil Ice, Trask River, Tillamook , OR, 1/28/2025 Dear Friend,   It was 26 degrees and sunny when Pablo (our 10-year-old dog) and I...

Silvergreen bryum moss, Trask River, Tillamook , OR, 12/2024 Dear Friend,   Where I live, on the 45th parallel, tucked in the forest of...