A Tangle of Bright Moments: Not Ready To Lie Down

“Perhaps the purpose of leaves is to conceal the verticality of trees which we notice in December as if for the first time: row after

A Tangle of Bright Moments: An Impossible Possession

“I should like to be the landscape which I am contemplating, I should like this sky, this quiet water to think themselves within me, that

A Tangle of Bright Moments: In Answer to Its Place & the Light

“What a consolation it is, after the explanations and the predictions of further explanations still to come, to return unpersuaded to the woods, entering again

A Tangle of Bright Moments: Make Your Own Space

“There are no medium-sized trees in the deep forest. There are only the towering ones, whose canopy spreads across the sky. Below, in the gloom,

Liver, Trout, Rattlesnake, Death

Loosely translated. And death “two ways,” as chefs say. (And this.) On a walk in mid-April to the Lyme Hill Conservation Area in Lyme, NH