They’re mixed this week, the photos—old and new. Of winter mountains and a few who live in their shadows. As you scroll, I hope you’ll breathe the rarified air. Hear the quiet, peppered with a lone goose’s honks. Rest in the peace that nothing can steal.

When you let off steam . . .

(Fumarole action on volcano Mt. Baker. See it?).

“Do not let the sun go down on your anger.”

—Ephesians 4:26

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Mt. Shuksan peeking (peaking?) over foothills.

.”In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him.”

—Psalm 95:4

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Pause, after a dusting of snow.

“…in quietness and trust is your strength…”

—Isaiah 30:15

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Fleas on a dog’s back?

“For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long.”

—2 Corinthians 4:17

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I had just stepped out of our barn when I heard this solitary goose approaching—honking for all she was worth. Was she delayed? Escaping? Lost? Even after she passed overhead and disappeared into the distance, I could hear her calling. I wondered who missed her, who would answer her and honk, “Here we are! Land here!”

“…call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you…”

—Psalm 50:15.…

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When you rise above it all.

“Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.”

—Psalm 61:2

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Fuzzy focus, but I thought you’d like to meet one of the locals.

Prairie wolf.

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Rhinocerous.

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Ahoy, mates.

“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”

—Isaiah 46:4

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Sky breakers.

“Deep calls to deep . . .Your waves have rolled over me.”

—Psalm 42:7

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Furnace.

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“If I could read your mind, love, what a tale your thoughts would tell. “

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Bedtime.

Trumpeter swans, lagoon-bound past Mt. Baker.

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Thanks for stopping by, friends. So glad you’re here!

Watching Nature, Seeing Life: Through His Creation, God Speaks.