red fox

I am now looking forward to the time when my meditation walk intersects again with the red fox since I have now shifted out of a place of fear to a place of awe. I want the chance to stop in my tracks and merely watch -- to see, to really see. And, to chuckle slightly at my own humanness.
A picture in the tourist brochure shows the Russian Orthodox Cathedral on the Aleutian island of Unalaska with a bald eagle atop the crosses on each dome and a third on the red-tiled roof to the side. But the eagles are avoiding me on my spiritual passage.
Kodiak Island, 190 miles along the Alaska Peninsula from Homer, is indeed beautiful, carpeted in dark green spruce, with lighter green meadows and hillsides. Snow still streaks its peaks in early June. Not for nothing, is it called Alaska's emerald isle. In fact, the treeless sections resemble parts of Ireland or Scotland.
The whiteness makes the ugliness vanish; streets are expertly covered and all objects are wrapped into countless round packages
Just a swimming fox? Photos & text: Roeselien Raimond Foxes don't seem to swim an awful lot. Suspiciously
They just lie down, close their eyes, enjoy the sun light, stretch a little and yaaaawn. Mindfulness avant la lettre. A quite
We are in the midst of a major irruption of the snowy owl in the east. Such irruptions, which occur every couple of years in the lower 48, are generally due to low populations levels of its mainstay Arctic prey, lemmings -- particularly the collared lemming.
The onset of winter storms can cause mass hysteria among homo sapiens -- canceled flights, frantic trips to the grocery store