We travel the backroads… With the plains… the mountains… the river and the Raven… the sage is burning… Until I see… A’ho 🪶🪶

With every step up this mountain my horse is discerning the way. It’s cold this early morning in March...light snow still on the ground....

This winter storm was going to be fierce. Driving into it- I wanted to be in the forest when the snow started falling...it’s this magic...

Energy field… the setting sun with full moon rising stirring across these plains rolling truth I put down my camera and see. Beyond the...