



I went for a walk early this morning. My first early morning walk in quite a long time, and I have missed them.
I headed out in the twilight, looking forward to what I had always thought of as a quiet time.
What I noticed this morning was that within this quiet time, there was a bit of action. Each time I turned my gaze toward the sky, there was a different view of the clouds — a different shape, a different color.
Bare hills of the Palouse after harvest surrounded me as cars passed by. At the nursery, a semi truck was running its engine. And in a large bush, the magpies were making quite a commotion.
And yet, within, a stillness.






Photo: A Kokanee returns to spawn in the shallow waters of the Wallowa River.
September 3, 2026
When driving home in the early evening from Moscow to Pullman, I prefer to take the airport road. It is a slower drive than the main highway. I take my time driving the 35 mph speed limit with the local airport on one side and the Palouse hills on the other. This evening while coming around a corner, I saw her appear in the review mirror bathed in light and shadow. Arriving home, I grabbed my binoculars and tripod to get a closer look. From the driveway, I gazed at the filtered light on her surface. In the silence, I wondered why no one was out looking at this celestial wonder when from the darkness came a neighbor’s voice, “Beautiful, isn’t it?“




I began this journey when I posted my first blog post on January 5, 2020. Last week I posted my 500th post. I am grateful for the encouragement and support I’ve received. Thank you to all who have wandered through these pages, those who have briefly stopped by and to those who continue to wander through.







