awake, my soul
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Waking up to spring
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
The light in the leaves
“Oh, look how beautiful the sun is shining through the trees!” I said, drunk on the last golden light of evening glowing through the golden leaves of the ginko trees.
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Garden tales
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. — Ruth Stout It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. — Charles Dickens In the…
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come to dust
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o’ the great; Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke; Care no more to…
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maidens drowned
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
the dryness and the rain
after completing messes of men, the first part of my photography project inspired by mewithoutYou’s brother, sister, cranking the second part out was surprisingly easy. as part of this shoot i learned about betta fish and discovered just how many things cockle burrs can latch onto. [and how cold 40-degree weather can be — thanks…
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messes of men
i’ve talked before about my love for mewithoutYou’s album brother, sister, and my desire to “illustrate” it, so to speak, through photography and other media. a desire four or five years in the making finally got off the ground last march when i did two shoots based on “messes of men,” the first song on…
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the spy who stayed out in the cold
the following photos illustrate the story of ingrid … but what precisely that story is remains for you to discover. innocence abroad and the gogglette bring you … the spy who stayed out in the cold.
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innocence explained
Joy is not naivete. To be innocent is not to be ignorant. To rejoice in hope is to be a light in the darkness.
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adventures arranged
What if you could step out of your normal everyday life for a hour or two and into the midst of an adventure particular to you?
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prime
the body of Christ
what did You look like
Son of God?
i have only seen the surface
I have only seen the surface
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wee woolly beastie
black as the dark o’ night he was
an’ sleek as a mink wi’ wee little paws
Eichel Mütze
come let me wear you!
cried the little rusty tam
6 a.m.
the jangle of a ukulele
wafts into my dreasm
as i drift, unwillingly
back toward consciousness
one for sorrow
toll one for sorrow
my darling, my dears
toll one
toll one for sorrow
there in the black
i like dark nights, virginia said
but all i could picture was gathering dread
things too wonderful
three things are too wonderful for me;
four things i can’t comprehend
zeit zu schlafen
acorns buried carefully
down every frozen-ground hole …
