Monthly Archives: December 2014

Following relics we sift lineage and time to write new stories.

On a bare oak branch fluffed and still as our held breath –the owl blinks, then soars.

I shot this photograph in Woodstock, NY, last weekend. At the top of the mountain, a monastery sits surrounded by prayer flags. As I walked through the snow to a frozen pond, with each step, I felt the fullest silence. Read More