At Rialto Beach, you make a musical instrument. It plays you, and you are the music. You might have left it as a message for the sea, but the sea will take […]
There’s music, mathematics, and this: Three things that are one, yet are culturally separate. It is left for poets, I suppose, to bring them together in temporary assemblages, but that seems to […]
The plum in blossom… … becomes music in the wind. The Síya? in blossom … … is the music of bushes cast across a scree slope. West of Olalla The break in […]
The whole idea of separating life into a taxonomy of species misses connection. A little water, some sage brush hills, a lone siya? and some Douglas firs peaking over from the Head […]
Here’s a paper birch singing the sun today. Here Here are the notes for her sun song put into a ladder of spirit. This is the voice of the universe. Here are […]
You don’t have to hear it to know that it is music. Nor does it have to be written in notation. It can be lived.
Here are some images of music (or mathematics) from Yellowstone. I know, we’re all used to hearing music, but look: Dramatic stuff! And we’re used to viewing photographs as visual artefacts, I […]
Music? Mathematics? Beauty? Life.