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ThePugg
I write about consciousness and nature.
ThePugg
I write about consciousness and nature.
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Dec 4
Black Bear
To meet a black bear in the wild is to stand face-to-face with both beauty and danger. It’s a moment that reminds you how small you are—and how alive.
ThePugg
Dec 4
Black Bear
To meet a black bear in the wild is to stand face-to-face with both beauty and danger. It’s a moment that reminds you how small you are—and how alive.
ThePugg
Jan 16
Niko
I say a few words about the passing of my dog, Niko.
ThePugg
Jan 16
Niko
I say a few words about the passing of my dog, Niko.
ThePugg
Dec 4
Moose
Sunrise brought the bull. Sunset brought the cow. The Rocky Mountains reminded me that patience isn’t waiting—it’s trusting that the universe will show you what you seek when you are meant to see it.
ThePugg
Dec 4
Moose
Sunrise brought the bull. Sunset brought the cow. The Rocky Mountains reminded me that patience isn’t waiting—it’s trusting that the universe will show you what you seek when you are meant to see it.
ThePugg
Dec 4
Barred Owl
Two hundred acres. One Barred Owl. If nature wanted us to find it… it would decide the moment.
ThePugg
Dec 4
Barred Owl
Two hundred acres. One Barred Owl. If nature wanted us to find it… it would decide the moment.
ThePugg
Dec 4
Snowy Owl
The majestic Arctic hunter had come south, and I followed its ghostly trail. Miles of snow-covered beach. Solitude. Reflection. Nature humbling me with every step. Yet one question remained—would our paths ever cross?
ThePugg
Dec 4
Snowy Owl
The majestic Arctic hunter had come south, and I followed its ghostly trail. Miles of snow-covered beach. Solitude. Reflection. Nature humbling me with every step. Yet one question remained—would our paths ever cross?