Mountain Rhapsody

This early morning smells like warm doughnuts, marshmallows and snow. The sweetness and sparkle bring to mind a popular song about Winter, but the melt of Spring is here. Structures and trees twinkle after every new brush of snow, beckoning to be played in and touched. We move the snow this way and that, mixing it with the mountain, until it is dark with experience and is transformed into a new form.

Up from the Deep

Tiny fish fly past in one invisibly tied unit—launching themselves upward into the brighter, sun-kissed water like little torpedoes. The intensity of their flight subsides, and they allow themselves to dissipate into the swirling and undulating waves. I look down into the deep. Nothing reveals itself, but the feeling of a presence unseen remains.

Bubbles and swirls and more little fish—

Are they escaping from something awful…or are they actually escorting a friend through the day?

Garden Dog

The ball flies and the chase is on…The urge to control her prey is so great, she is worked into a frenzy as the ball zig-zags. No plant is too sharp or pokey to divert her on her quest. The surrounding ground is evenly dotted with muddy footprints and displaced grass—evidence of well placed landings from acrobatic launches into the air. Successfully securing her victim, she once again returns to the start for another round…