Flow

I saw interesting moving camo patterns on the surface of a pool of water.

Skin on skin

Paper-thin layers of white birch caressing an imprinted body.

Familiar spaces

I remember a time when I was much more in touch with nature, when trees, leaves, bark, moss, rocks and water seemed to be part of my daily sensory experience. Near our isolated cabin, up the winding river, I would spend the greater part of the day photographing nature with macro and wide angle lenses, lay floating on the thick moss carpet of a small clearing, simply listening to the wind through the leaves, the tree trunks creaking and the occasional crow cawing at me, eager to reclaim its spot in the woods. The wood nymphs also assembled in these spaces.

Though there are trees, leaves, water and sand nearby, these are more tame and there are no familiar spirits to taunt me.