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Where Eagles Dare

On June 15th at Clallam Bay, WA, I had an other-worldly social interaction with a convocation of bald eagles for almost an hour. What follows are but a few of the moments I captured of one of the most majestic creatures to grace the sky.

Ugly Beauty – The Elephant Seal

From a young age my favourite animal was always the polar bear. I’m not sure why, but I always thought it was cool, and Canadian. But this powerful apex predator has fallen to number two on my list and replaced by the fat, ugly, and sometimes smelly, Elephant Seal. For the last few years I have photographed the elephant seal on the beaches of Pt. Reyes, California, and watched them for hours during their two months of birthing and mating on the same beaches, year after year. As I’ve learned about them, I’ve become enamoured with this animal that can only be considered a display of God’s sense of humour.

These animals are as interesting as they are unusual. The Elephant Seal mating season begins in January and the males make their way down from Alaska to a series of the same coastal California beaches they journey to every year. The females make an equally impressive journey from the warmer waters of Hawaii where they’ve spent the last nine months. They will return to these same beaches to give birth to the pups that have been gestating since last year’s fruitful mating season.

You can see the moms and their suckling pups all over certain beaches, with the blood stained sand bearing witness to the violence of birth in nature. The pups feed for two months before they are on their way into the ocean and do their best to dodge the enormous, larger males getting ready to impregnate the worn down females for yet another year.

The males are relatively solitary and bear no responsibility in the caring of their offspring. They are only interested in displays of dominance, which in turn will give them control over the largest harems of the population.

An alpha male can impregnate up to 500 females in a season and many of the larger ones have harems of up to 200 females. Smaller males scurry about the perimeter of the beaches in the hopes they can find just one lone, willing female to mate with. It is a hierarchical display of nature’s survival of the fittest. The strongest and most fit will breed the most in order to strengthen the species.

As March nears, the males enter the ocean where they will remain for the next 9 months straight, as they make their way back to Alaska. Similarly, the females leave and head towards Hawaii, carrying their newly fertilized egg which will grow into next years pup as they spend all the upcoming months in the water feeding and putting on lots of fat. The cycle continues and the Elephant Seal “circle of life” continues for another year.

Some put their faith in the magical powers of mindless mutations as the cause of these “miraculous” occurrences in nature. That sort of faith springs forth from the depths of self-delusion and the worship of nature as a god in and of itself. Modern day pantheism is indeed, alive and well. These curious creatures display the behaviours they were created to show, and to point towards the imaginative powers of a magnificent Creator. How do the salmon find their way back to their birthplace after years in the ocean? How do the monarchs migrate to the same areas of Canada and Mexico with no prior knowledge of their ancestors birthplace? And how do these giant seals travel thousands of miles only to return to the same beach year after year? The incomprehensibility of their innate behaviours points to something beyond ourselves, greater and more complex than anything we can imagine. They point to a Creator and Designer who certainly had fun with this one!

 

 

Autumn

There is no prettier time of year when the joyful exuberance of summertime gives way to the aging blaze of colour in autumn; before the grey and cold winter signifies another year is done. I’ve gone for a number of long walks just to soak in the beauty of fall. Few things uplift the soul like colour on the trees and sunshine on the face.

Seasons change. Life changes. The old must die so that the new may once again flourish in spring. We all have those things in our lives that we want to put to death, and things we want to change, so that the beauty of the new life may fill us again with the wonder we once knew. Autumn shows us how beautiful it can be to let some things go.

The richness of the Artist’s pallet is a wonder to behold this time of year. The beauty of His brush strokes seems unending and infinite in its creative majesty. We never fully comprehend the depth of the beauty around us and the colours of fall help to amplify nature’s glory and draw our attention back to the Creator. Autumn should be a contemplative time for us; both, of the things above, and the things below. May we never grow tired of nature, nor of the One who bestowed such a gift upon us.

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”Emily Bronte

Birds Of Prey

Majestic in appearance, silent in flight, unmoved and stalwart as they command their surroundings from high above, birds remind us of our own limitations and the glorious creative mind of their Creator.

“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” -Isaiah 40:31

It is cliche to say that a walk through the hoodoos of Bryce Canyon in Utah makes one feel as if they had landed on another planet. There are few other-worldly experiences here on earth more incredible than hiking through the orange sandstone structures that time, and the hand of God, has crafted. It is but a taste of heaven here on earth.

This was the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen. I couldn’t click the shutter fast enough that night as the sky changed continually. I’ve been back to that place many times since hoping to relive that moment. But moments like that aren’t repeatable for if they were, they wouldn’t leave the same impression on your senses. My father captured this image of me up on the rock trying to get a better angle of the boulders in the foreground.

It happened almost a decade ago now, but every time I see the photos from that night it’s as if I’m immediately there again. I feel the dampness of the sea spray. I can smell the ocean and hear the waves crash. I can feel the wonder of the colours as they changed; as if an artist was painting a masterpiece right in front of me. I can hear the gulls as they begin to settle down for the night. I can still feel the heaviness of the dying light that night, and the creeping darkness of that time sometimes rushes back.

Fear not. I have to tell myself that at times. With every sunset, we know that with a little patience, the sun will rise again to wash the darkness away. The light of morning signals a new day, and new beginning, full of hope and goodness.

And I was told
That the streets were paved with gold
And there’d be no time for getting old when we were young
But it’s alright
If you dance with me tonight
We’ll fight the dying of the light and we’ll catch the sun

-Noel Gallagher

Spirit Island in front of the Hall of the Gods in Jasper Alberta.

No one is allowed to set foot on the island for it is an Indigenous sacred site. All the trees are now dead from a pine beetle infestation in the area. The beetle had no concern for its sacredness. There is nothing new under the sun: the unbelieving man will always worship the powerless creation and deny its Creator. Nature is not a god, but rather, the visual handiwork of God. Modern pop culture pantheism has enthralled a new generation. There is nothing new under the sun.

White Pocket, Arizona

Cities obscure the glory of the world all around us and turn men inward to focus on themselves. Only in nature, can we look outward and get a glimpse of God’s handiwork, which is our playground and medicine for our souls.

“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” ~ John Muir

“I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.” ~ George Washington Carver

As the last light of day disappears in Monument Valley, Arizona.

Darkness is coming. Cultural, institutional, and moral decay can be seen everywhere. The progressive mind virus is infecting, and adversely affecting, almost everyone and everything. We can only hope to withstand the terror that comes with the darkness of night, so that we may see the first light of morning. Only Light and Truth can save us from what’s coming.

Fall Colour Reflection

“I never felt so young before;
There was so much life in me.
Still, I longed to search for more.
But those days are gone now,
Changed like a leaf on a tree,
Blown away forever.”

-Dream Theater, A Change of Seasons

The Wave

It is one of the most beautiful and indescribable places I’ve ever been; that I’ve ever seen in real life. Photos never did it justice. The Wave, part of Coyote Buttes North, in Arizona, is a place that you cannot fully explain to people.

What follows is a photo essay of sorts; different images that help convey my experience that day in July.

At midday the storm clouds rolled past giving the landscape an ominous, other-worldly feel.

In the afternoon, sunshine and blue sky pushed the dark clouds away.

The symmetry and design appear as a painting from the Master’s brush.

Every bend and every curve defies explanation.

There is no trail to get there. Landscape markers are the only thing to guide you. It is discretely hidden in the oranges and reds of the Arizona desert.

Crossing through sand, and walking up and down various sandstone formations, I realized why this place had such a strong pull, and permits prized and coveted by those with knowledge of The Wave.

The illusion of lines and curves made every vantage point and angle interesting.

This hike should be atop every hikers bucket list.

Face the storms…

…they will always pass.

Delicate Arch

Delicate Arch in Arches National Park, Utah, is one of the most incredible naturally occurring phenomenon in the world. One cannot help but stare at it endlessly and wonder what it took for this rock formation to occur. Countless years of wind and rain have pounded against the orange sandstone to form this amazing natural structure; a reminder that adversity in hard times creates those things that can stand strong.


Lake George, Mammoth Lakes, California

Sometimes you have moments that are perfect. It was quiet. It was still. And the reflection was so perfect it didn’t seem real. These are the moments one should pursue. Not the fleeting, mundane, or vacuous moments that most pursue that give but temporary gratification.


Joffre Lake, British Columbia

Until you see the colour of the water for yourself it’s hard to believe such lakes exist. The water from the glacial run-off is this other-worldly turquoise that leaves you in awe in the context of its surroundings.

 

The Narrows, Zion National Park, Utah

There are few hikes more interesting, more accessible, and more breathtakingly beautiful than The Narrows in Zion National Park, Utah. It is a long walk up and down a river that has carved through a canyon over the millennia. It is wide in some spots and narrow in others with walls on either side rising to the skies. It is pure testament to the power and beauty of nature. One cannot help but feel both exhilarated and overwhelmed by the grandeur of the canyon.

Angels Landing, Zion National Park, Utah

Angels Landing in Zion is my favourite place of anywhere I’ve ever been. I’ve done the hike 4 times to date and plan to do it many more times before I’m unable to navigate its steepness. It is a 4 mile hike up the spine of a rock structure that gives you an unrivalled view of Zion Canyon. It is narrow in spots and not for the feint of heart but the reward at the top more than makes up for those anxious moments.

This place is special to me for a number of reasons, not the least of which is the representation of the various forms of freedom we experience as humans. I suppose the closer we get to Zion (heaven) the freer we feel.