The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.
Groucho Marx
I hike a lot, and try to notice plants and birds and rocks and things, but this potato masher lying in the path way out in the middle of nowhere was a find. I have a friend, Mystical Mike, who would have stopped and meditated on the significance of the potato masher. He would have seen it as a sign (of something.)
I feel joy when I approach my dear friend's door. This house belonged to her grannie, and she grew up here. We don't need to talk much, just catch up on grandkids and family news, then lapse into comfortable, companionable silence. Approaching her door fills me with a quiet, deep happiness, just knowing she is on the other side.
Here is a page from an old turn of the century natural history text book. 
Tomorrow is the Theme Day for Bridges, but I wanted to show this postcard image today, and another tomorrow.