bells’ first toll after prayers then the tolling space hollowed a spark of grease against seasoned cast iron it tolled of dailiness the bells tolling still
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pulling into the mouth of Big Rush Run off Route 7, heading north. Hillside exposed like rockbone — a dirt path carved out of the hills
Because nothing else can contain it: let the paint peel from the elementary school and the cicadas multiply then divide, their bodies rain like pellets into
Without knowing, we go looking for something not there. Mushroom hunting in the boroughs under the trees, in leaf & lichen dropped & decaying. Ferns &
Artist Statement: One of my greatest sources of inspiration comes from travel and the earth itself. I find passion in movement and I attempt to photograph
Artist Statement: “The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway”— Michael Pollan Inspiration, joy and wonder all live within its
the roadkill strung on the main drag double as royal flush when the vultures join it becomes a catholic mass the frogs are ceremonial masters vying for
Coastline Series: Earth From Above Acrylics on canvas Dimensions: 12x24" Ocean Currents Series: Earth From Above Acrylics on canvas Dimensions: 16x20" Stormy Iowa Skies Series: Iowa
Fog, cold-pressed, comes across the fields. This early, the fog spreads itself thick, sloping into the shape of a fear without antecedent. As children we read
Standing on the streets of Cleveland, shivering in the pre-dawn dark, I can’t tell which direction the wind is coming from, only that it’s sharp enough