the fox of wintermoor.

this big old fox was in the back yard yesterday,
(dig the edgy hand held camera work!)

and so was this deer. hmmm they musta' been hungry and cold good luck guys.

sven.

bar.

this bear ran in front of our car last weekend in bayfield, wisconsin.

sequoia.

sequoia national park may 2013.

tall trees.

where does the wind go?

when it's not chillin' me.

when we get away and hide.

and when we feel free.

if she rides she rides.

but a little while down the road.

we've got to decide.

and reach for whichever she chooses.

a hole in the wall.

and such a peaceful place...

like nothing else exists.

but you and me and the wind.

sven.

redwoods santa cruz mountains october 2013.

almost gone.

 

almost gone, like a life well lived,

and through the night forever.

like two people who never meet,

can know each other in their sleep.

as a river flowing your way,

you and all you do the same.

or of birds who sing in darkness,

and trees who call your name.

the breath of summer almost gone,

and no more nights like this one.

as we settle our debts and turn once more,

to winter's kiss awaiting.

sven.

tall trees.

closer to your heart.

the end has come again.

do what you must my mighty friend,

do what you think best.

how many moons do we wander?

to find a coin in a brook?

or a bird who has fallen asleep,

and dreams of going but never wakes.

this tale has no ending.

just a chapter after this.

who knows the reasons anymore?

but a mountain meadow is always home...

sven.

little travels.

bless you in your little travels.

the smallest of the least.

of your fate I'll always wonder,

when ever I look east.

your family awaits you hungrily.

they long to hear your tales.

remember me to them.

when south winds fill your sails.

the time has come for you to go.

I hate to see you leave.

ten thousand leagues by sunrise.

and light years by the eve.

sven.

humming bird wintermoor columbus minnesota august 2013 iphone.

bill.

a harbinger of summer,

but harvest time is looming.

your home is out there somewhere,

as winter time is coming.

I doubt you will remember,

but I shall miss you most of all.

your tiny heart beating out of your chest,

as the first flakes of november start to fall.

sven.

blue.

the swallows of columbus.

if the sandhill cranes return...

 remember she said:
you hear before see them.
always on sunday. rainy.
if the sandhill cranes return...
sven.

strange days indeed.

   anyone for horses? photo taken late 70's at the sunrise ranch. my home as a teen. over 1 million wild stories (1 million?!? - ed.) come back to me as I look at this picture and recall those formative years. the ranch was located in stacy, minnesota. 15 or so miles just to the north of where I live now. these 80 acres bordered the north end of carlos avery wildlife management area (my current home sits on 11 acres bordering it on the southern end).

   one of the cool things about this spread was the rustic 'lounge' area located at the front of the pole barn. many weekend evenings during the winter months would find the large room turned into a private hangout. friends would come over and help me move my stereo and record collection out there from the house. black and white late night t.v., foosball, a blazing fire place complete with beer bottles melting inside and various 'disco' lights enhanced our funky little trip.

   climb up to the roof to look at 1 million stars or aurora borealis. possibly a late night ride into the dark forest. kids coming and going under the influence of 'refreshments' (probably not safe - ed.). an alberta clipper howling outside no match for the pioneer receiver inside, pushing my four large speakers to their breaking point. hendrix, the who, the beatles, the stones were  played without any objections. roxy music, t. rex, frank zappa or the clash tended to result in the reject lever on the turntable being pressed when my back was turned. oh well, I tried to educate you guys (wherever you are).

   I wish you could have been there.

(fury III, pole barn, lounge on the left with deck outside)

   

owl sunrise.

   I've heard an owl on our roof on numerous occasions in the 20 years I've lived here. but, I've never seen it (or one)...until this morning, not too long ago. I heard her, I sat up in bed and snapped this picture and one or two others. I blinked and she was gone.

minnesota sunshine.

at last! some gamma rays.

(iphone, instagram, february, 2013)

later...that same night.

night in the forest.

(sven. iphone. february 10, 2013)

adventure in carlos avery.

the forest behind my house.

(sven - iphone, instagram filters, november 2012)

carlos avery

will steger.

sven, will steger.

I was able to meet an american hero today!

thanks will. it was nice meeting you.

(iphone, january 22, 2013)

to learn about will and to support his work, go to:

willstegerfoundation.org