A Frosty, Sunlit Morning Walk
Yesterday when I woke the frost was so heavy on the grassy meadow behind our house it looked like a …
Yesterday when I woke the frost was so heavy on the grassy meadow behind our house it looked like a …
I’ve gathered some images, sacred and sublime, to scroll through as you listen to Charlotte Church sing “O Holy Night“, …
I’ve long been drawn to photos of fog and mist. Part of it is the feel for the ephemeral and …
Sometimes there’s no other way to capture a moment–a way of seeing or being in the world–than through poetry. So …
The deer fleeing for its life turns to look at me with my mother’s eyes. Dark fierce eyes, bitter-bright, locking …
The most horrifying sound I’ve ever heard came one night soon after we moved here. A scream of pure terror …
“The word wild is like a gray fox trotting off through the forest, ducking behind bushes, going in and out …
My granddaughter was born a few days ago and my heart fell apart. There’s something so breathtakingly tender, and heartbreakingly sweet, …
Lately I’ve been playing with roses, photographing them at different stages in bloom, at different times of day, against varied backgrounds, just …
“I watch them every summer, the hot hills crouched like a lion beside the road. I see the strength—tawny skin …