Wednesday, August 05, 2015

 There is something wondrous and warm hearing music in unexpected landscapes. The softness that comes from the sound in open space.
.... a distant drum in a city...A slow guitar coming from high in the Superstitions ...a Tibetan bowl echoing from a canyon in Sedona...
...that lone bagpiper coming through the mist at Spanish Bay..
An oud in a mesquite bosque..


I thought it might be a wonderful surprise for someone who happened to be near that foggy beach late one evening, to hear a celtic flute dancing  just above the waves then disappearing into the low fog.

I chose a remote spot and started to improvise....
Not long after, a group of children, who had been gathering and exploring, ran toward me...The older boy was whistling...
I felt rather  the pied piper...

What joy....

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Thursday, May 01, 2014

















Reviewing some old gilded flourishes in anticipation for an upcoming workshop.






Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Grand Canyon


Fresh and fragrant desert sage, new snow and butternut sky...

How ever many times one visits the canyon, one carries in what needs to be left and takes away what needed to be found.
Walking to the edge time expands and contracts and expands again within...
No beginning...no end...














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