Fox lay down early in the morning. She had been walking about swishing her tail her whole life. It was raining, and her tail felt very heavy and wet. She was so tired she said, “I will sleep forever”, and she closed her eyes. She slept, breathing slower and slower. Porcupine found her lying by …
I wonder if they loved the woods. They have left their stories written upon the land just as we leave ours even now. We may decide to dig up last year’s horns in the rain because a visitor arrives as scheduled. We may walk across fields and begin to tell our stories. We may care …
Will I touch upon ecology? I will try. I will try a study of my house as a means to build a map of a journey, successful I trust, across the bridge of years. The archaeology of identity we all must face in knowing the way of our inner terrain awaits my continued attention. I …
I spent the better part of this day recording music at home. I bring a guitar with me nearly everywhere I go. I especially bring it to Great Island these days when I go on walks prospecting for revelations. I tend to become obsessed with pieces of music that I write, and it is a …
I am developing a new site which will compile the past year or so of my creative work. It is not yet available, but it should be by June 15. I hope you will visit again to see where I have been and where I seem to be going…
I have never been able to elude entirely the dark planet when the holidays arrive. Saturn always seems to cast a brooding shadow. To borrow a phrase from my mother, “It has ever been thus”. I have realized this evening, though, that something she told me about late in her life has come to brighten …
I have not visited with my online surreality in some time. I thank my lucky stars that my life is so full as to be real beyond dreams. Perhaps you know me from this real life that I lead. Perhaps you have spoken with me. Perhaps you have spoken with me today or yesterday. I …
When I need to grow, I go to see my mother. I am so fortunate that she is in a place that is so incredibly sacred as to be the site of an epic journey every single visit. It takes me two full hours of solid hiking to reach the location, and the transitions of …
Last year I rode my bicycle in The Last Gasp which is a bicycle ‘race’ of about 62 miles from Sandwich to Provincetown on Cape Cod. I do not think of it as a race, though, because I am never going to win it! Still, it is a great way for me to raise money …
I’ve been at this art photography game long enough to experience many twists and turns. I’ve seen my vision clearly, and I’ve lost it completely. I have been at both ends of this journey in a single moment. I have hunted the decisive moment as I have imagined Henri Cartier-Bresson would have done, and I’ve …
