coyotes, browsing black bears, fall arts festivals and golden aspens quaking under cerulean skies.
There are the ghosts of times when I escaped to the park to sort out the pieces after one sort of heartbreak or another...and exquisite moments of wonder that happily haunt me still.
I've tried to hold on and, finally, learned to let go.
They wander out of the sagebrush of my soul and onto my canvases.
The ghosts and the bears keep the Parks alive in my heart...and, maybe just as importantly, keep my heart alive in the Parks.
by Lyn StClair
Originally published June 15, 2007