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Emerald Lake, Yoho National Park

Yoho National Park is located in the Canadian Rocky Mountains along the western slope of the Continental Divide of the Americas in southeastern British Columbia. Yoho NP is bordered by Kootenay National Park on the southern side and Banff National Park on the eastern side in Alberta. The name Yoho comes from the Cree word for awe and wonder.  Wikipedia 

Photo John Baumann

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Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.  Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

Photo John Avant

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Big Bend Country 

Now in retirement, in the desert mountains,

above Chihuahuan plains, we await the stark, harsh land.


Though the deer and antelope deceive, hidden in the brush,

with their melting brown eyes,

the javelinas lumber.


Coiled near volcanic rock, the rattlesnake waits,

the scorpions crawl.


The emptiness stretches, the beauty not human.



For now, we live in town, with sycamore and mulberry trees,

hummingbirds at the feeders, house finches and house sparrow,

doves and titmice.


Peace roses bloom in yellow bursts and the climbing red, Don Juan

roses fill the air with intoxicating scent.


We talk, we read, we play cards, we travel

But town life sits lightly on the desert rock.



Beyond the post office, across the tracks, into the brush plains

mountains, the emptiness stretches.


We grow old.


Fran Sage

Photo Sandy Sage


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Red is one of the strongest colors, it’s blood, it has a power with the eye. That’s why traffic lights are red I guess, and stop signs as well… In fact I use red in all of my paintings. Keith Haring

Photo Sandy Sage

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I will fill myself with the desert and the sky. I will be stone and stars, unchanging and strong and safe. The desert is complete; it is spare and alone, but perfect in its soltitude. I will be the desert.  Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

Photo Martha Hughes

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The collared peccary (Pecari tajacu) is a species of mammal in the family Tayassuidae found in North, Central, and South America. They are commonly referred to as javelina, saíno or báquiro, although these terms are also used to describe other species in the family. The species is also known as the musk hog. In Trinidad, it is colloquially known as quenk.

Although somewhat related to the pigs and frequently referred to as one, this species and the other peccaries are no longer classified in the pig family, Suidae. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Photo Sandy Sage

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It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.  Dylan Thomas, A Child’s Christmas in Wales

Photo Angelika Paul

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We’ve bought into the idea that education is about training and “success”, defined monetarily, rather than learning to think critically and to challenge. We should not forget that the true purpose of education is to make minds, not careers. A culture that does not grasp the vital interplay between morality and power, which mistakes management techniques for wisdom, which fails to understand that the measure of a civilization is its compassion, not its speed or ability to consume, condemns itself to death.  Chris Hedges, Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle

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Married June 2, 1950

A RED, RED ROSE by Robert Burns

O my luve’s like a red, red rose.

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my luve’s like a melodie

That’s sweetly play’d in tune.


As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will love thee still, my Dear,

Till a’the seas gang dry.


Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:

I will luve thee still, my Dear,

While the sands o’life shall run.


And fare thee weel my only Luve!

And fare thee weel a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

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