(Life Aware of Itself)

I don't talk to my house plants or play for them a Fiscella piano composition.  That would presume an aging Philodendron can be reflective as an old man facing his end.

 But as I wander through the quiet muse of a redwood grove or observe the blanket of canopy embracing an old bridge, I find myself sharing with them an awareness: That we are each of us a life possessed, one brief moment trailing in the sweep of infinite time and space.

 These photographs, a work in progress, are about more than seeing a tree or a leaf. They are about seeing ourselves, in connection with the world around us.  They are portraits; profiles of community, of family, of souls wrapped in the fleeting grace of being.

 And I believe they are aware of that single moment they inhabit, as we, too, should be.  And that in each of these images there exists

a willfulness of being - a life aware of itself.

 Look for it. You'll see.

 
 
 

At the Meadow’s Edge - Infrared Film

Guardians of the Deep

Hidden and Hiding - Infrared Film

Redwoods at Home - Infrared Film

Begin Where You Are

Willow Weeping

Into the Forest

 

Final Resting Place - Infrared Film

Footprint

Canopy Embrace

Reaching

Letting Go

Requiem in the Glade - Infrared Film