Hiking through the remote sloughs of Big Cypress, the setting sun pierced through the trees, creating these orange stripes across the land.

For a year, this Barred Owl would stare at the sunset just like this. As if she was enjoying it, maybe she was. Her stillness reminds us to appreciate the tranquility of the passing moment.

For years, I hiked into this pond apple and pop ash slough deep in the Everglades. These trees marked the entrance. There weren’t many mornings like this though, when the fog hung thick in the air, softening and muting everything around it.