Towards Twilight

Song for a Long Weekend

Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent Earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Part Two, Sonnet XXIX
From: Sonnets to Orpheus

Elm & Evening Light

Mushroom Monday

The fetid smelling Stinkhorn (parts of which are apparently edible). 

www.urbanmushrooms.com

In Memoriam

Below

Drift

Koan #2

Untitled (Koan #2), Gouache, Ink, Colored Pencil, Wood, 11" x 11" x 1", 2014

Koan

Untitled (Koan), Gouache, Ink, Wood, 11" x 11" x 1", 2014

After Dark #4

After Dark #3

After Dark #2

After Dark

Three Views of the Tarryalls

Roll Cloud