Saturday, December 31, 2011

Old Faithful

I love to begin each day watching Old Faithful erupt via web cam. Often I imagine I'm sitting outside and can feel the wind on my face and the brisk winter day.

Here's the link if you've never watched the basin:

Friday, December 30, 2011

Winter Circle and the Moon

Winter Circle is teasing the sky. Sirius leads the way. The waxing crescent moon lights them all.


Imagine peace.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Door

When I was a child my bedroom door had a wood grain that reminded me of an asparagus stalk. I would stare at if while falling asleep. It would transform itself into a tree. I could travel into the tree pattern and go to another time. 

Sometimes it was the future, sometimes the past. Sometimes it was just another place in my time but I wasn't always myself. I loved that door.

Fun on Christmas Day

Gray morning

It is a gray and grey morning.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Another Sunny Day

I am filled by the atmosphere, the sun, the frozen morning. 

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Dream Life

In my other life, the one I have in my dreams, I have a role in a web series that has just added a cat to the cast.

Since this addition, the viewership has sky rocketed. I am now thinking seriously of changing my personae in my dream life to a cat. So now I will have to find an agent that handles changelings.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Greenhouse Goodies

I can't help myself, the greenhouse with its vegetables and flowers call me each morning. I walk through frosty grass and enter my inside--outside world. What a way to start the day.

Monday, December 19, 2011


It seems when I am not feeling at the top of my game, I pull into myself. Introspection helps me cope. I look at the things I love and trust and regain my momentum.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

River Walking

The sun warmed its way through the mountain valley fog and bounced off the river this morning. My sister and I formulated the week as we walked and listened to ravens talking in the trees.

The river mist rose as the sun greeted the still shining half moon. I can't wait until the solstice. Change of seasons, change of plans, I welcome the change. 

Friday, December 16, 2011

Nan Weber here. I'm crazy about history. It influences my woman's first person performances. I write the scripts based on diaries, journals and letters.

History leads me into research which I love beyond reasonable explanation. I have written two biographies both with Yellowstone National Park connections.

I also am obsessed with documenting. Anything that catches my imagination will lead me down that road. I will write about it, video it, photograph it.

I have a dream to collaborate with others who also share my passions. Oh and not to be forgotten I love to travel, travel, travel even in these times of questionable fuel sources. I can see myself soon in a compressed air vehicle. I guess I have to invent it first.

My books are: "Mattie, A Woman's Journey West" and "Singing in the Saddle, The Life and Times of Yellowstone Chip."

My website is  (always under construction). It has lots of links to other sites of mine which seem to change all the time.

You can also contact me through e-mail at or

Mattie, A Woman's Journey West

Mattie, A Woman's Journey West
Nan Weber chronicles the fascinating life of Mattie Shipley Culver

After discovering Mattie's fenced grave in Yellowstone National Park, author Nan Weber followed her own curiosities through four years of research to trace the steps of this mystery woman's spirited life. The result is the inspiring story of a strong woman trying to better her life during difficult times.

Not unlike today, life for women in the nineteenth century served up hearty challenges on a daily basis, though the burdens of 100 plus years ago certainly were of a different flavor. Mattie: A Woman's Journey West offers a taste of that life through the story of Martha "Mattie" Shipley Culver, whose life passage took her from her childhood in industrial new England and work in the New York textile industry to her role as the wife of a winter caretaker in Yellowstone National Park, where she died and was buried in 1889, at the age of 32.
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