And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul. – John Muir When I am in the forest in Stanley Park,
Tag: forest
Death is not the end of the story, but just the beginning.
I am deep into the creative process this morning. This current drawing is being prepped for embroidery re Molly, a True Crime Analysis as I simultaneously
Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.
A walk in the forest August 31, 2013. “About five years ago I saw a mockingbird make a straight vertical descent from the roof gutter
We wake, if we ever wake at all, to mystery, rumors of death, beauty, violence. – Annie Dillard #graphicnovel #inspiration #forest
I long to fully immerse myself in Molly, to give the project the attention it needs. Yet at the same time, I suppose, I am