This is russian thistle in her glory. Look at her climb a ladder of carbon to the sun, with precisely placed synapses to receive the wind. The colour of her sepals (not […]
The european fern meets the Plateau sage. They enter the cold together. One holds below the ground. One holds in the sky. To both, the cold is nothing. As you can see, […]
The sun reveals the shape of darkness. That’s its work. With light, heat, radiation and even gravity, that’s what it does. The earth rises to it. Even when it falls. Movement is […]
Before it is received, it is an offering. After it is received, it requires an offering. One gives oneself. Nothing else will do.
It’s not something to eat. It is a way. I’m following it for a bit. If I lose a few words for a few days for the next few weeks, talk to […]
Thoreau called images like the ones below “autumnal”. He described the ripeness of such leaves at great length. He called them fruits. Keats did much the same. He called them mellow fruitfulness, on the […]
This is not story telling. It is bodies. This is story telling. It is about turning away from bodies towards artificial ones. Is art an invasive species?
This is pie. It is apple pie. Apple pie is the best. Dinner, dessert and especially breakfast, apple pie it is. But a Perkins apple pie just won’t do, not even when it’s served by […]