Happy birthday, my love.


Happy birthday, my love.


I wonder how long this farm house and tree have been keeping each other company.

All hail the sun god.

Spring is the time when the earth comes alive, and water – its lifeblood – rushes and gurgles through swollen forest streams.

The cold, wet weather we’ve been having has me thinking about warmer climes.



From a trip to New Mexico and Utah in March, 2017.

This pine cone and honey locust pod illustrate two of the many ways that trees disperse their seeds.

“Wherever you turn your eyes, the world can shine like transfiguration. You don’t have to bring a thing to it except a little willingness to see.” – from Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson.
