Big Dreams, paper collage, 2020
neither is real. the nectar or the god the eye that plunges us into the storm like a bunch of savage, lonely children the truth is some miracles are dangerous the totalitarian revolutions of winter whispers and watercolors quaint maiden fields like a prayer for unjustified time or a mending of secret hands when what we’re afraid of, really, is the enormity of ourselves the brevity of a universe beyond streetlights moths and candles softly fading from a flame none of this moves me. i am clothed in a sea of deep forest purple i speak and my lungs eclipse the tide i speak and i catch the butterflies by surprise i take flight and the earth is no more than a pyramid to remember every desert is an oracle every image is an ending what i’m looking for, really, is a beginning beyond trees
Autumn might be my favorite time of year, and I thought this nature poem would be a good place to share some photographs of the places that have been inspiring me lately. From recent hikes and, of course, from the butterfly garden, as I welcomed the last few black swallowtails of the season.