The universe is mapped out in the bark of Ponderosa pines. I spent many afternoons in my childhood trying to read them, but haven’t figured it out yet. It’s a pleasing way to move through the world, though!
Ponderosa Pine, Ellison Park
Some maps are easier to read. Here’s one that bridges last year and the one we entered at Solstice, in the dark…
Ancestor and Fir Tree, Ellison Park
Some images reappear in our dreams. Others are just here.
Sometimes map cross in other, more physical ways…
Owl Rising from the Water, Ellison Park
The sand is an industrial artefact. It is the pink, mildly radioactive granite of a local mountain, blasted, crushed and brought in by barge for the delight of travellers’ feet.
The living earth is very, very close.
Categories: First Peoples, Industry, Light, Nature Photography, Spirit
