into each life or epoch, some rain must fall.

heading toward the actual painted desert just up the road.

chipmunk trash bin …

… in the forest at my university.

god, painting with a disregard for colors.

painted desert area.

a forest lying down on the job.

the Painted Desert sort of shares space with the Petrified Forest to the south, with its broken trees scattered around.

amputation …

… of a branch left this stump in the forest at my university.

a lasting bite …

This barbed wire may be decades old. It’s penetrated an old stump in the forest at my university.

a solitary place.

painted desert, arizona.

Painted Desert, Arizona.

I’m taking some time for a while, reflecting on some earlier works. Thanks for visiting.

art by chipmunks …

… or perhaps by squirrels, in the forest at my university.

beech buds …

… ready to burst in the forest at my university.

a history of logging …

fans of fungi …

… in which I again modify nature to suit my “artistic sensibilities.” 🙂