5/27/17 I am still exploring reflections. ― Red Osier Dogwood branches vibrate lines across clouds and the sky blue ― On the other side of the ditch from this image Serviceberry petals were collected in the water. I didn’t notice the spider and bee until I downloaded the photograph. I am often surprised in …
5/20/17 I walked after the rain last night. The sky cleared and I moved through the sun bright layers of bird song, leaves and blossoms. The new greens of the Alder, Ninebark, Snowberry, Current and Chokecherry fill spaces that were bare a month ago. There is now a fullness―a density of green-ness―piercing―enveloping―moving―me. Nearly every day …
5/13/17 As I write I can see new snow in the mountains. It was 35 degrees this morning. The towering Chokecherry bushes outside the widow expand toward me with layers of spring-juice green leaves. The new depths of color feel rich and expansive in my body but I find I am still focused …
5/11/17 I recently visited Limahuli Garden & Preserve, a national tropical botanic garden on the North shore of Kaua’i (http://ntbg.org/gardens/limahuli.php). The garden includes restored Taro (lo ‘i kalo) terraces dating back 700 years. We walked by Kalo ― rain water caught in the leaves. Stepping where a thriving community once worked and lived. I don’t …
4/22/17 Today outside the window a steady dense rain presses to the ground―runs down the road―gathers on the red-brown newness of the Chokecherry leaves. I am sorting through photographs from the last week. I can’t seem to let go of sky in water―branches in water. Here the white clouds and the Snowberry branches drifted in …
4/15/17 I am tucked inside watching mid-April snow showers and occasional sun openings move past me outside the window. The Current leaves are out and the tall Alder bushes are just about to unfurl their greens. Searching last week’s photographs, I found another image I took of branch reflections in the water. Reaching through earth …
4/8/17 The odd colors drew my eye to the water. I didn’t understand this refraction of light because I could not see those colors in the sky. The blurred branch reflections― moved and gently smeared by current― were held in a space beyond the earth and wetness. As I walk I often think about perspective and how …
I have walked by these Cottonwood trees for thirty-seven years. They grow by a small ditch and the abundance of water helped them reach up and up. They catch the sun against the sky. When the wind blows through their branches it makes me feel like I am along for the ride on a huge …
I was walking quietly in a field below our house because Canada Geese were circling to land in a nearby pond. I thought of their long journey and I did not want my noisy rain pants to startle the geese already settled in the water or the geese in the air looking for refuge. A …
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