THE LEAVED ROAD

THE LEAVED ROAD Photo by Tim Girvin I’ve been walking out in the old woods, yesterday in the winds and rain — the paths. And that’s been a good voyage, thinking about the move to the city this morning. And all the time — yesterday —...

WHAT IS THE WAY, ANY WAY?

Photo by Tim Girvin WHAT IS THE WAY, ANY WAY? I was working in the dark, in the office alone — early work, night was still fallen. I was thinking about this, for myself. “Who are you, any way?” Of course, I’m thinking about this for others...

LIGHT

Photo by Dawn Clark LIGHT STREAM IN….TOUCHING LIGHT, WHERE YOU FIND IT. STRETCHES OF LIGHT, THAT CAN BE TEXTURES IN PLACE. When I travel, the idea of looking into the light, when I find it streaming, a streak across the floor — marbled, slatted, smooth,...

The Y

Y? I ponder the way, the crossroads turning — I’m going one way, then another; as I walk that road, I come to the letter, the way — and it’s telling me there’s a juncture there; it might be hat I go this one way, then another > and...

THE SYMBOLISM OF THE GATES: PORTALS OF TRANSITION

While the wind storms, the days are darkening, there’s a crossing between the sensing of light – and the paths of darkness. I walk, I move, to the light side from the dark, and from the light, back into the darkness — carrying that light, even the...