Another prose poem and photograph from the #trailyoga and #showyourwork files. Bird I don’t know why he did that, why he stuck the toe of his shoe against your head and body, and flipped you rolling in the dirt and rock. The savage. I saw you first. Whole and still, Read more…
From a morning trail yoga stroll among the mountains: Another look into the unfolding process of a photography project, poetry and yoga. Husks of life small and quiet offer whispers of what they once held when they alighted on grainy walls of rock red, buried in millennia of revolutions Translucent Read more…
A prose poem, “Cottonwoods in the Valley,” from a session of trail yoga spent low and slow in the Garden of the Gods. Like I’m coming into the scene of a cold case, one left to linger in the open air for all to witness, evidence strewn, dried and decaying. Read more…
Update: This photography series continues to evolve and expand. Now called Reverence: Portraits of Natures Mortes, you can see a selection from this work in the Reverence online gallery and via the @humanitouphotography Instagram page. (April 18, 2019) I’m lighting the fuse on a new photography project. It’s one I’ve Read more…
Words often come to me when I hike. So do creative ideas and photos and … The words often come in lyrical verse. Sometimes as fragments, notes to work out later. Sometimes as formed poems I jot down and then try to leave alone, letting the flow of that moment Read more…
I recently wrote, in a post called “Time to Grow,” about breaking conventions from the busy-ness of our days, from the norms society puts on us to just do things, rather than take time to think about the things we do. One way I apply that time to think and Read more…
We’re taught to go, go, go and that hard work in the office means being busy. Down time to create space to feel into great ideas is looked at as laziness, non-work. By focusing on the whip-crack of the punch-clock and the pressure of social norms, we forget to breathe. Read more…
As I huffed my way up a muddy mountain trail, out for what I will generously call a run, I tried a new approach to motivation. Rather than let my mind dig in with the “It’s OK to walk” talk … Rather than try to drive myself with ideas of Read more…
The summer jungle at Arapahoe Basin has taken over the slopes. I don’t easily recognize spots where my family and I spent last winter’s days gliding on planks of one kind or another. The thick plant life that tangles some of the runs is fed by snowmelt. Seasonal creeks Read more…
I have not been truthful. I have told my wife I go fly fishing. Fly casting is more accurate. Fly drifting. Water watching. River wading. I am no risk to fish. Myth + Truth of Fly Fishing for the Scenery I started fly fishing last year, a few months after Read more…
Sitting on a stump weathered gray, a seat in nature. The cut end of its separated body, the one it must have known and lifted for decades or longer, lies only 4” off its pedestal. The similarly grayed tree fell at an angle on the gentle uphill. Only one side Read more…
Perched on red rock, a climbing novice’s mild, short scramble up to a sloping seat with a view above one of the main hiking runs in Red Rock Canyon Open Space in Colorado Springs. It wasn’t intentional. It was a hike with a pause that turned into thoughts. A pause Read more…