30 Portraits of Trees and One of the Forest
I’ll tell the wind my name, and no one else. True madness takes or leaves us in the wood halfway through all our lives. My skin will be my face now… Neil Gaiman,… Continue reading
I’ll tell the wind my name, and no one else. True madness takes or leaves us in the wood halfway through all our lives. My skin will be my face now… Neil Gaiman,… Continue reading
Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark, at home with the ghosts in the national parks… What can I say? Spring is hard upon us and it’s time to hit the road again in earnest… Continue reading
I didn’t plan it, but 2015 was a year spent largely outdoors. I didn’t take other artistic projects forward much, but it was not time ill spent. Getting outside provided inspiration, material for the… Continue reading
I’d never really thought about it before, but one could say I have a thing for wandering around in canyons. Like here… or here… For Bodhairim, I’m writing a piece about my experience in Rio… Continue reading
“But if I knew heartbreak was coming I would’ve set out running across the muddy river and the smog stacks on the bank swallow that horizon hunger beyond hunger ’til the cloudy blue… Continue reading
A crazy old man told me today, “I’m too blessed to be distressed”. Seriously cheesy? You bet. But I suppose I’m in the same place. Life is a messy thing. I am juggling unkempt bills,… Continue reading