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How humbling the eagle’s gaze. A cold wind, startled calls of would-be prey, the occasional blundering and curious human. The calm and disciplined stare of the eagle, unfazed. Ever alert—the next meal, the next threat, the next lesson to teach. A predator and parent, unmatched caliber. The sentinel of winds and mighty waters; nature’s unforgiving order reflected in piercing, yellow eyes. The practiced discipline, the razor-sharp instincts, talons to boot. How in awe the world

What does the wind have to say? Does it have anything to say? Does it need to say anything?   A wonderful calm in a quiet breeze, the...

A little house aged and battered, white paint chipping under the sun’s gaze and storm’s tender rains. A hundred years of stories in these...

This old road bears the weight of life. Each crack a testament to a stalwart undertaking. This old road bears all, every strife, every...