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The Corner RoomBodie, CA A page turned at the edge of her mind... The day she looked out the window And realized it was time to go.
The Days My Grandmother Remembers I grew up on a ranch. And I spent our hot, hot summers on my grandmother's ranch, where I learned to handle a handgun, a rifle... drive a tractor, a car, a horse and buggy - and all sorts of incredibly useful things that one day yet may be useful again. All I have to see is a scene like this one and it takes me back to the those marvelous, innocent days where the smell of damp dirt (from the sprinklers she'd set every night to settle the dust on the driveway)... the grass hay in the barn, the dry grasses outside, live oak trees and dusty horses were like an olfactory ambrosia. I don't really expect you to truly understand this... but it's OK. I just wanted to share what I felt when saw this little scene in the foothills of the Sierras one day.
Monterey ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Snow Falls On The Lake In The Woods Donner Lake, CA There would never be another moment Just like this. With the snowflakes arranged just so in mid flight... and the lake herself holding her breath to keep still. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
The Startling TruthBodie, CA ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Snagged & Bagged The aspens showed off their most recent catch on a march through the grove, while the sun shone approvingly.
The Emerald Bridge She had been gone a timefold. The journey home took longer this time than she ever remembered. It was harder than she expected. More heartbreaking, humbling, painful, healing, exhilarating, exhausting, rewarding, life-threatening, life-affirming and more utterly incredible than she ever dreamed possible. And now... the Emerald Bridge. The last crossing. She could glimpse the peaceful, healing waters beckoning beyond the edge of the forest. Home. In many ways, her deepest and truest work was about to begin. Home. She took a moment to let the impact of her arrival settle. The eternity it took to get here slide from her shoulders like a battle-worn pack of lead. The relief of returning soothe every bit of her being. Took a deep breath. And stepped onto the bridge. Home. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
The Bodie MortuaryBodie, CA Granted, a little grisly at first.. but a practicality in a place where life is fragile and fleeting. The old Bodie mortuary sets right in the middle of town. I mean, no sense in having to haul heavy loads long distances. Like I said. Practical.
The Life Cycle of a WheelBodie, CA Someone needs it Someone builds it Someone rolls with it Someone leaves it. The End.

Snagged & Bagged


The aspens showed off their most recent catch on a march through the grove, while the sun shone approvingly.
Snagged & Bagged The aspens showed off their most recent catch on a march through the grove, while the sun shone approvingly.

Snagged & Bagged


The aspens showed off their most recent catch on a march through the grove, while the sun shone approvingly.
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