When we are capable of stopping
we begin to see
-Thich Nhat Hanh
Photo by Amy Hoppock (the bridge)
It wasn’t until I stepped onto the short, hidden wooden bridge over Dry Creek that I noticed the mama mallard on her daily paddle. She emerged from under the bridge right as I stepped onto it. In the cooling, gracefully shade of the vast, old cottonwood tre…
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