Nothing Much Happens. Everything Happens.
Here in the shadows I see the mosses and the mushrooms, the liverworts and the fallen lichen. They live quiet lives here.
I sit still and wait with them.
The New Year
The story of our woods, and the natural world in general, is found in these active observations. And within this story is our story, the one that connects our lives to the natural world even when we feel disconnected from it and from each other. In Writ Wild, I hope to put into words and images ways that I still feel that connection.
From the Primordial Mixture, Humanity
We tend to separate ourselves from the rest of life, and far too many of us take for granted the tapestry that the threads of our lives are woven within. Life is so much more than just human life.
The Liminal Threshold
We know we belong there just as sure as we know the manufactured world often makes us feel weary and isolated. It is no wonder we crave reminders of our connection to our ancestral past by not just going into Nature but also in surrounding ourselves with photos of beautiful landscapes and falling asleep to the recorded sounds of rain or flowing water or birds and wind within a leafy forest. We collect souvenirs of our time spent in Nature such as rocks, seashells, sticks, feathers, and leaves. Our minds find pleasure and release when we are exposed to that which shaped who we are at the core.