I believe that everything starts by paying attention. Life is imperfect and any magical light we can bring into our day is worthy of our gratitude. Laughter and love, joy and celebrations slip into our lives with ease but learning to cope with the deep pain life brings to us is also necessary. I do this best with my camera, chasing down light, zooming in and out and pairing it all with truth. 

I live in Western Washington with my husband of 40+ years, in the home where we raised our three sons. We share that home now with our sweet beagle named Baker.  

Thank you so much for stopping by. 


 ©Cathy Sly 2018 


“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”  

~ Rachel Carson, Silent Spring 

We drove to the mountains yesterday. I wanted forests and wildlife, trees and water, but it seemed every side road was closed and there were no trespassing signs every where and even notifications of camera monitoring. Once we were high enough to explore there was snow. And I did not want snow. But it was good to get out.  We had just about given up when he spotted this huge herd of elk in someone's yard. 

They always make me think of my folks We were that car, the one stopped and pulled over to the side of the freeway or any road for that matter, to watch the herd. My parent's would talk about how they looked, what they were eating, where they were going, etc. This pair looked like a baby and an adult. They are strong and beautiful and big. 

For the third time, in the past months, I am sick with a bad cold; bronchitis and a bit of a fever.  I am beginning to wonder what happened to my immune system when they put in that new hip.  When I taught school I never got sick. 

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.  
I am haunted by waters.” ~ Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories 

This is the White River and you can see how it is,  we need that snow. 

i am taking suggestions on how to boost my immune system! 
have a great week, and thanks for stopping by,