Dark Forest

Dark Forest

“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.” –Vladimir Nabokov A foggy December day creates a dark and moody scene in Riverside Park, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Stone Circle

Stone Circle

It was quiet.  Only the sound of the river below and the occasional call of a cautious bird disturbed the silence.  Through the damp, cold, winter fog, the narrow path led up to the top of the hill.  In the clearing, sat a small stone circle. Reminiscent of an ancient meeting place, I sat alone,… Continue reading Stone Circle

The Starting Point

The Starting Point

“The starting point of discovering who you are, your gifts, your talents, your dreams, is being comfortable with yourself. Spend time alone. Write in a journal. Take long walks in the woods.” –Robin S. Sharma

What is the Question

What is the Question

“Ultimately we know deeply that the other side of every fear is freedom.” –Marilyn Ferguson When I look up at the top of the staircase that is my life’s journey, I see a dark figure looking down at me. That dark figure is me.  It is the inner voice that says be afraid, quit, you… Continue reading What is the Question

Top of the Stairs

Top of the Stairs

“And when it’s twelve a clock We climb the stair We never knock ‘Cause nobody’s there Just me and my shadow All alone and feeling blue” –from the song “Me and My Shadow” by Al Jolson, Billy Rose, and Dave Dreyer

Ethereal Flow

Ethereal Flow

Ethereal Flow: “In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.” –Leonardo da Vinci

Twisted

Twisted

“Everything is nothing with a twist.” –Kurt Vonnegut Nothing.  I walked for a couple of hours, camera in hand, and shot nothing worth processing  – much less sharing with the world.  Blah.

Passageway

Passageway

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.” -Pablo Picasso