Trickster, Autumn Light
The world glows autumn-gold, between what has been and what will be. I taste sweet berries, hickory smoke, old jokes, new beginnings. My hooves press into soft earth, holding me to…

The world glows autumn-gold, between what has been and what will be. I taste sweet berries, hickory smoke, old jokes, new beginnings. My hooves press into soft earth, holding me to…

Isi leans against the mossy trunk and closes her eyes. Beneath the wind and water, she hears the forest’s deeper song—the roots speaking in a language few…

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” ― Edgar Allan Poe https://meanderingpassage.com//wp-content/uploads/images/2021/04/EBM-20120712073237-2.jpg Morning Dreams This image is about 80% original photo with enough manipulation to cause me to categorize it as a digital expression. This photo has been “haunting me” for some time, and I’ve struggled to try to pin…

By county and soon to be state orders my body must “stay-at-home” but my mind and spirit can roam. It seemed time for a little mental getaway and what is better than getting back to nature? Nothing I think.

Often when “playing” with a photo the final direction it’s to take is initially unclear leaving me to seemingly follow along. The basics of the image above were already in the photo…

Still a little sad about the ending our RV’ing lifestyle but the cold weather these last few weeks has made it easier to deal with…especially since we had been planning…