What has happened since then is a mystery.
It’s true, my last story here was published on the 6th of March 2021.
I have certainly been no stranger since then. I typically spend about two hours a day reading here, on a variety of topics from a larger variety of…
The Glorious Birds of the Boardwalk
Growing up in the Sonoran Desert of southern Arizona, I didn’t know a thing about the visual delight of the Bird of Paradise flower and plant. I’m not sure I even saw one until well after graduating from high school in 1970. …
Inspirational Quotes from Four Photographers
This glowing specimen of raw Selenite crystal brings to mind the guardian, the earth keeper, and the way-shower. The elemental knowing of the shaman. The one who not only shows, but also guides the way.
When thinking of ones that both show and guide the…
Building New Images on Old Prints
Stacking Stones, like a mantra, like fingering beads on a Tibetan mala. It is a way of passing time, turning over pieces, and yes, so often the same pieces, one more time.
It is easy to point to similar practices. The many Tibetans who…
Momento Mori
The pods dropped their seeds weeks ago, with the ancient knowing of exactly when to do so. This elaborate womb like structure, created and formed for the express purpose of growing and nourishing the seed within. Each split open and drying pod knowing that its demise will blow…
Connecting Past and Present
Oh, I just love this sweet, intimate image. So many memories flow from the three separate pictures, layered to create one. The background print is from the mid ‘80’s. The Tibetan bracelet is older still.
The background is a gelatin silver print, a still life of…
Winter in the High Desert
Chamisa is common in the high desert of New Mexico. The lower brush is a grayish tone growing fairly close to the ground. If it receives a small amount of rain there will be a profusion of small, bright yellow blossoms come Autumn.
This species…
Looking at the Ground, in the High Desert
A winterized anthill in the high desert. The small, scurrying insects have gone underground for the season. Do ants hibernate? And I wonder?
According to my 1987 vintage of Webster’s . . . Ants show highly developed social organization and complex behavioral…
A Smile at the Heart of Things
As I went out walking . . . these words are so often the path to wondrous discoveries. This day was no different, as I wandered about this two and a half acre patch of earth I call home.
The remains of a…
Standing outside this morning, looking out over the high desert, south of Santa Fe, the awareness of just how much my life had changed while I was away, settled to a deeper level.
My current tasks at hand included taking care of some loose ends. One of these was moving…
