Morgan loved being in nature.  She was able to observe and cherish everything around her, and I believe this was a blessing.  It showed me exactly the kind of soul she was ever since she was a tiny child.  Even after becoming a young woman she would still bend down to pluck a little fuzzy dandelion that had gone to seed.  She would always smile, close her eyes, make a wish and blow…the wind would catch the seeds and they would gently fly away.   Her little niece still gets excited when she see a fuzzy dandelion and mimics the same thing her Aunt Gigi (Morgan) taught her.

Sometimes she would look up into the sky, and with a dreamy voice she would ask me to look up to see the beautiful clouds.  Sometimes she would get excited when it would start to rain…she would run outside to feel and smell the downpour coming from the Heavens above.  She would always look out the window from the passenger seat while I was driving and tell me to look at Mt. Sopris, because every day the mountain changed it’s beauty.

When she hiked into the forest Morgan was always looking to see a fox or deer, as she quietly walked the trails.  She loved to just lie on the ground, close her eyes, listen to and feel the wind.  Putting her bare feet in every river she came upon was mandatory for her.  Morgan was a child of nature, she fed her soul with all the gifts that nature had to offer.  I believe that is why she became such an avid photographer.  She wanted others to “see” and experience what she did every day, and she succeeded.  I am grateful for all the wonderful pictures Morgan left behind, as well as the many things she taught us all about what is truly important in life. Finding your true purpose, seeing and being a part of all the beauty around you and never, ever taking one moment in your life for granted.  Always tell the ones you love, every day, how much you love them – Morgan always did, and for that I am grateful as well.

“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” – John Muir