White ash scribbler! Gardom Lake Compare the language of the poplar, which is less process and more about repetition and echo. And the firs and cottonwoods? Well. What benders. Firs dark, cottonwoods […]
The emotional colourings of trees and the balance between these colourings can be very beautiful. This form of art is as much a garden harvest as any other. In this case, the […]
Peaches are scrubby little bushes from the Gobi Desert, that live to be fifteen years old, more or less, before they succumb to their many fragilities. Here’s one I’ve been caring for […]
Dead trees contain as much power in the grasslands as live ones. They are a map not drawn to depict space.
Boundaries show the limits of consciousness. When they are foggy, magic happens. Look how this grove inhabits the fuzzy boundary of the fog. It holds to itself and yet extends, not only […]
Trees open. The opening is us, not them, but we can’t do it without them.
Until we are among them, then we know more, too. These ancient celtic forests in the Jura are still home after a couple thousand years. That kind of deep knowledge attests to […]
Aspens are powerful, because they are many and one: many trunks from one underground life. These are not individuals. They aren’t even trees. They are individual expressions of wholeness. We do well […]
Plant a maple tree. Plant it beside a road. Roads collect water. Roads shed water. Ditches, which line roads, collect water. Or maybe they’re just barren spaces, and just for show and […]
Sun in the lake. Sun in the sky’s lake. Lake and sun flooding over the land … I made these images to show you what the earth looks like underground, but the images […]
