“There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.”
― Li-Young Lee, Rose
Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.
One of my backpacking stoves, little and strong!
Black Bear Attacks 1900- 2014