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These are just small pieces of where I live, taken before the leaves fell.



I loved the meeting between leaf and stone here, the advance of the leaves but how they could not help but still contain the stone, in the form of the birdbath, which in itself allowed stone to melt into water.



And here is the contrast of the harsh force of a waxy green and a delicate pink, competing and forever entwined, both hostile and dependant on each other. The contrast made me think of secrets in the past that will not fall away, and also romance inspite of itself.

new year's resolutions

last summer i spent a few wonderful days in the countryside in england, so exotic and so recognizable. i promised myself then that i would cease to believe all of the reasons to give up art, or to marginalize it, that i had soaked up over all of these years spent finding a way to survive. so very small are the things that i have managed to do since in order to achieve that, things done for that goal rather than having come from doing other things. here are some photos to remind me of that promise.

these photos were taken at avesbury, england. the tree above is really red in the middle of june. within a few hours, the rain was falling out of these clouds. but while the sun and wind held them off, they were a gorgeous backdrop for the stone circle in the field. what i felt was not a spiritual feeling, standing among them, but a warm human feeling. an expansion of the heart to simply respect the sincerity and hope that bound people together enough to bring a marvel into their world.