Soak

I woke up to a slow, soaking rain this morning. Opened up all the windows to let the wet weather inside.

Summer Festival

Green Camera Action

Grab your camera and submit an entry into tve's 2013 biomovie competition.

Holland Center

I kept pleasant company with Steve Martin, Edie Brickell  & the Steep Canyon Rangers last night. The stage offered some breathtaking bluegrass on a hot summer night. Full moon outside. Sigh. It was lovely.

Lakeside

“Whoever you are: some evening take a step out of your house, which you know so well. Enormous space is near.”     - Rainer Maria Rilke

Mud Season

Photo Credit: Wendy Jane Bantam

I make a mud pit out of my back yard twice every day. I've reworked some of the grading recently. Planted some grass seed. I've been watering ever since.

I love it. I love the way the way the water rains down my hands. The washed skin that's slick to the dirt surface. The water lasts just an instant before soaking in. The rich, musty smell that rises up from a wet ground. The speckles of a mud sticking to my shins. The cold, strangely clean feel of mud. It's something I make twice every day.

A Drift

Happy Fourth

Thanks, T.