Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Summering & Falling

Summer is still clinging but the bright Harvest Moon reminds us that Autumn is near. There is still heat to be had here but it comes and goes. Hopefully there are still days left to canoe a shallow creek (a little rain could make this more possible). A few of the last wildflowers are flaunting their colors before the trees take center stage.

Creeping Cypress bloom

Some variety of Goldenrod

But already you can see Autumn's colors and forms taking shape. The skeletal remains of black-eyed Susans and Queen Anne's lace, the silhouettes of spider silk, the crisp and slanting light of autumn has taken over the summer haze. Of course, I'm ready. Always falling for Autumn well before it is here or even near. I think it is the shortest of all seasons here in the Midwest. Technically they are a quarter of a year but Autumn is brief. Normally Summer seeps into its beginning and Winter eats its tail. Perhaps that is why I love it best of all: I never get enough.
I spy falling leaves of yellow from the Walnut trees
Queen Anne's lace - a decadent decay

Cicada Exoskeleton

Friday, August 22, 2014

Creeping Cypress

What I thought was autumn's quiet creep around the wheel of the year was just an illusionist's grand trick. Autumn is far off yet. Today we'll reach 100, and tomorrow, and the next day. But the two varieties of creeping cypress we planted back in spring on our woodland arbor are loving the sun. We are trying to keep them watered well since rain has not visited in a while but these plants seem pretty hardy and probably don't even need our tending. The blooms are best in midday, drinking up those sunbeams in their red, fluted blooming cups. And the leaves, especially the broader kind, are mesmerizing, otherworldly with all their beckoning fingers. The twining tendrils are wild and reaching out for one another. I love this plant.

Monday, August 18, 2014

August Moons

Today it is hazy, hot, and humid here in the Ozark Mountains. It hasn't been like this all summer though. We've been graced with a lovely, mild summer with rain here and there. Some evenings even dipped their toes into the 50s. Last week when it was cooler, a low fog crept onto our land at dusk just as the Grain Moon rose in the east. The Grain Moon, or Corn Moon, is the full moon of August named because now is time to harvest the bounty of summer - be it grain or corn or the other members of your garden. The moon was bright and the fog danced across the fields. By the time the sun had set in full, all the fog was gone. Autumn waits just around the bend.


Tuesday, August 5, 2014


Heartwood - prints available here.
Go, find your way into the Heartwood. It is here you will stumble upon yourself.
Heartwood is the strong, woody core of a living tree, increasing it diameter as the tree ages. It is stronger, darker, harder than the sapwood, the outer part of the tree that sustains life and conducts water. The heartwood, though technically dead, gives the tree the strong supportive core to hold itself up, to keep on living.
To me, though, heartwood is where I have found a home. A gentle, cradling forest. A prismatic canopy of greens. A forest floor abundant with life and decay. The older I get the more I appreciate wilderness, the more I earnestly need it.
A serendipitous walk through my woods resulted in this photo which is now for sale in my Etsy Shop. This is an opened seed pod of the Blue False Indigo wildflower floating in a puddle of rain on limestone. The forest is reflected from above.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Dog Days of Summer

Just finished some summer painting at Aurora Pet Salon. They just got certified to board your pets so now you can take that summer vacation with no worries. Check out the great works of Laura, dog-groomer extraordinaire, here. Located at 135 E. Pleasant in Aurora, MO. Call 417-678-2660 to schedule a beauty parlor visit for your pooch. And do toss them a campfire hot dog at least once this summer!
Look Carefully: Rub a dub dub three dogs in a tub

Friday, June 27, 2014

A Summer Wood

A smooth chanterelle, I think.

A bolete or some sort, trying to work it out.

Another bolete, they are so sturdy.

Woodland Moss & Ferns are flourishing from the summer rains.

Monday, June 23, 2014

Under Midsummer Stars

Saturday was the summer solstice. Everything was in peak bloom, the forest awash in a green heat. Summer solstice is the longest day of the year and beginning of summer here. On ancient calendars, such as the Celtic calendar, the day marked the middle of summer and is often still called Midsummer. Later, it became the feast day of St. John for Christians. Here in the Midwest, it always feels much more like Midsummer to me, rather than just the beginning.
The longer I make my home in these woods, I yearn to follow the rhythms of the earth, celebrate them, and become attuned to them. So, like many across the lands, we lit a bonfire and enjoyed the light in the darkness, a crackling wood percussion accompanied by a symphony of birds, night bugs, and frogs under an exceptionally starry night.

Friday, June 20, 2014

British Isles #9: Boot Tramping

The trip before this one, I took several photos of my hands on things. This trip I took several of my feet in some of my favorite spots. I leave a trace, a track, a path, with my hands and feet as I travel and capturing this imprint in photos is just a reminder to myself where my boots have trodden, where I've scuffed my toes, across which stones I've ran my fingers across, into what moss I've plunged my fingers. And as you can see, I am a light packer and take only the shoes on my feet. These did the trick, waterproof, heel-less, & comfy. Also, they zipped up the back which allowed me to skip lacing them up again and again but also let me loosen them if my feet swelled or I doubled up on socks.
So here are some of my tramping grounds.
Craigmillar Castle near Edinburgh, Scotland

The beach of pebbles and boulders at the base of Dunnottar Castle, Stonehaven, Scotland.

Traipsing through the tide on the beach at the base of Dunnottar Castle.

Walking upon Hadrian's Wall, Walltown Crags, near Haydon Bridge, England.

The stone floor of Hailes Castle, Scotland.

Hiking up the stream at Burn O'Vat, Scotland

Monday, June 16, 2014

British Isles #8: Staithes

View of Village from Cowbar Nab, a windy, seaside cliff head.

Staithes is a sleepy seaside village in North Yorkshire, England on the Jurassic Coast, so named because of  its wealth of fossils millions of years old. Staithes' most famous resident was explorer, Captain James Cook who may have picked up his penchant for wild uncharted seas here. Old town Staithes is built entirely on a steep cliff, the way you might see an Italian of Greek town on the Mediterranean. And if the sky had been blue and the sun blazing it would have resembled such a village. In the summer, this is probably a happenin' place but Staithes, under a curtain of cold, steady rain, was all but deserted.
Visitors must park up at the top of the hill in pay and park lot (I found you must pay to park almost anywhere in Britain) and then walk down the hill to the old village. The town is small, walkable (if you're up for some hills), has a few restaurants and art galleries, but we were there for the incredible views. We walked around the deserted streets for a bit then crossed to the other side of the harbor and made our way up to Cowbar Nab, a National Trust property open to the public. It is steep hill walk to get there and muddy, rough, and windy once you're up there. Do be careful - you are on a cliff. The view in one direction is of the wide ocean and cliffs along the coast. The view to the other direction is the colorful collection of cottages that make up the village of Staithes. It looks storybook, unreal, like tiny model houses of someone's dream out of some other time. With all of the daily trappings of the modern age, I relish moments that offer me a glimpse of another time, a simpler time. Staithes delivered this to me briefly; I had to snatch it from the sideways, cliff top rain.
Staithes storied buildings and tiny alleys through which you can sometimes spy the ocean.

The quiet, cobbled streets of Staithes.
A lovely letter box on a door in town, wished I had something to slip into it.

Waymarker to Cowbar Nab near the entrance gate.

View opposite the village from Cowbar Nab cliff head.

View of village and harbor from Cowbar Nar cliff head.

View of Staithes Harbor at the base of the hill.