PRIMAL WILD

My interior landscape has been calling for solid earth - and silence - and beauty. An urgent situation in my immediate family several years ago thrust me into the depths of despair, and I was overcome by a longing to be held in a place that matched my own primal and raging wild.

And so, in 2014 I found myself setting out for the magical and mysterious California redwood forests. I have since returned many times seeking solace in a challenging world, to several different groves, and always with my simple camera and no expectations.

LOST

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you

Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,

And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,

Must ask permission to know it and be known.

The forest breathes. Listen. It answers.

I have made this place around you.

If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.

No two trees are the same to Raven.

No two branches are the same to Wren.

If what a tree or bush does is lost on you,

You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows