In the heart of Vermont, where I live, the asphalt road to gives way to honest dirt.
It’s a steep climb to the sugarhouse I call home.
Every season leaves an imprint; ice, mud, floods, impossible inclines and deep ditches.
Balancing brutal honesty with effortless Beauty is a daily negotiation.
Inner riches and outer isolation. The natural world as a source of both truth and beauty
Each creature, each plant, each shifting cloud, warm fire, wind blowing through the trees, constellations in the sky,
echoes in my daily life as feelings, reflections about myself, people I know, society, and humanity. Between solitude and isolation.
seeds, roots, and trees, and the patterns of beauty inherent in their transience, resilience, transformation
leaving an indelible mark on the landscape of tomorrow.
