Brown Island Shoreline Brown Island shoreline on a damp misty morning. Three gatherers seeking treasure.
The Loon I heard a loon in the garden this morning. I only heard him because of them. He’s probably always there. Now I’m there too.
Kind Cooking And I love you a little, Because I have also always lived at my house, The world, Earth, Milky Way, Space.
She Turns, and So Do We A field ritual for Lughnasa: land art, listening, and kinship with the turning year.
Odd Kin Archive entry 001 Sculptures made from gathered matter. Given name and purpose, unruly companions for living in mess.