I live on the back of a wild pony, sleep in a tree, and dream of ravens and coyotes.

 

I walk barefoot along dusty fence lines, through icy mountain creeks and over mysterious mesas.

 

I lie in wait for elk to drop their antlers.

 

I run five miles in cowboy boots to gather feathers and bones and bullet shells.

 

I trespass (often) to honor the remains of long forgotten cabins.

 

I hike all day just to see afternoon light through aspen trees.

 

I sit for three days waiting to see the grey fox or the ringtail.

 

I walk alone in the wilderness, for months, to hear what the forest sounds like without roads and phones and rushing people.

 

I capture light and shadow; I gather rust and stone; I re-shape bone and branch; I offer what beauty I can to the world.

 

Be Kind. Be Brave. Love a Wild Place.

 

Kerry

  

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