May 1, 2011: April, unseasonably cold in 2011

we begin with a relief of antiquity, a natural antiquity, but that I can view as allusive, with layers peeling away, some diseased others worn out by use. is the elusive spring that poets speak of, will he ever appear again or will she alight for but a moment to promise renewal

could a cloud burst a tree asunder? in sprintime all is possible

Still Grinning After all this Time: reading Nature

seeking safety in the deep and coming up for air

Static motion: a contradiction

dead tree: age and man's hand

primitive man awakening in the forest

A Scar from the Past Exposed: the wounded body heals, almost