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.