Into The Light

Even the trees shine for the tiny players skating their heart out below.

Sound & Light

Is this light, this sound, what he will call to mind in new years to come? Is it that we somehow feel the presence of the First Light in these displays that we cheer and revel?

Night in Dixie

The scrape and scramble, the glare of the light and a frigid night sky. On a Canadian ice rink, glimpses into the bigger swell of time, memory, and perhaps a bigger presence.

Lectio Divina

What place could, within its very silence, make room for the act of reading and absorbing the divinity of words?

Tiny, Blue, Redeemable

"How blue is the sea, how blue is the sky, how blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even you, even your eyes, even your imagination.”

Stubborn Scrub

You will not die of a broken heart, yet the quality of hope has been asphyxiated by this same sturdy edge. A gust of wind and the green shrub sends some of its scent through the open frame.

Forgiving Fog

Mist: the natural element most closely related to mystery. What knowingness is obscured in this early light of day?

Standing Out

Rows of green on rows of brown leading up into the sky.

Fruits

Red apples wait for harvest. The crunchy sweetness drifting through the air.

The Winter of Life

Dense fog descends over the barren rows. The promise of bringing forth fruit seems distant, unimaginable, and possibly unattainable.

Patchwork Quilt

Strips of light green, brown, dark green. All fitting together in what seems like an orderly fashion. A patchwork quilt.

Painted Meadows

Frolicking cows free in the meadow. Blue skis with cotton clouds.