When a bunch of blue jays get together, you know it. This one particular section of the mulberry tree in my backyard is a favorite place for jam sessions. I saw this group in the bare branches, noising it out like a random atonal brass quintet, and went to get my pastels and paper to […]

Possibly just as much a question of my activities as my aesthetic intentions with my photographs of this one lone tree, at the top of a path at the top of a hill, clouds scudding across the sky on a dark winter afternoon, dark enough to dim the colors in the winter field. Something we […]