The Free Radical

Spectacular! In every direction I cared to look, the view was devastatingly gorgeous!

Yesterday’s Report was a bit of a rip-job for those who come to my blog to check out the pics. Well, this time I snapped more photos than I ever have before; I couldn’t help myself. Let me make it up to you…

Just try to place yourself within the scene, as though you’re the one taking the pictures. How does this feel to your imagination?

Are you beginning to see why I choose to do this every day?

This has to do a heart good!

My response to the extensive chemtrailing from the day before was obviously very thorough. In the above pic, that was the only cloud I could find in the full breadth of the sky, far to the west, from where our weather typically comes.

I sent my dream body– from my belly consciousness– up into the sky to gather together any agents of nefarious intent directed toward me, and to send them back to the originator of such intent and all those who willfully carry out its action in the world. Sorry pilots, you’re not exempt. Nuremberg applies: “I was just following orders” doesn’t absolve you of responsibility.

It seems that my dream body was able to carry out its mission… not a single trail in the sky for the entire four hours that I was out snapping photos. Guess everyone called in sick!

My repeated affirmation is “Healthy, clear skies.”

Larch is my favourite tree. It’s the only conifer to shed its needles every autumn. They’re just turning from green to bright yellow now. Soon they’ll transition to a deeper orange before they fall to the ground. I’ll try to catch that spectacle for you in a few weeks, preferably on a wet day when the trees look almost black, standing above their own carpet of bright orange.

Most of the yellow in the higher elevations is due to larch forests.

We lap up as much beauty as we can, the dogs and I. The river flows with soul-quenching surety.

And here’s a closeup of Toby Dirtface. This landscape is so imbued with magic that the dogs just can’t seem to eat enough dirt! They know beyond a doubt that happiness is a dawdle when you’ve got the right bacteria– and magic– in your gut.

And now… back to the forest!