Life Station

Life Station

Life goes from one outcropping to the next – a station, a temporary vista, a place where the illusion of permanence is first denied, then grasped, then accepted and finally lost – one after the other, never at rest, requiring great skill and effort to move...
Earth’s Wrinkles

Earth’s Wrinkles

Like wrinkles, every line tells a story. Are they scars or imperfections… or are the marks testimonies of all that came to pass, to be treasured and celebrated? What stories can they tell, the lines and dents and edges of Earth’s skin? What ae the stories...
Rock Pool

Rock Pool

A micro-organism lives within a rock pool – and it is their entire universe. The tide comes in an covers the rock pool – bringing new things in, taking old things out – still, the organism stays within the bounds of its little universe, or gets swept...
My Rock On Rocks

My Rock On Rocks

I never forced anyone to bake me a cake. Never forced anyone to make a law or a break a law. Never wanted to make a statement, plant a flag, slog it out, debate it. I never pushed for unreasonable things. I never adopted a Marxist approach. Never believed in Critical...
Temporary Temples

Temporary Temples

Look closely or you may miss it. I nearly did. Some of the rocks are stacked. There were quite a few of these. The rocks themselves are ancient – the stacks, temporal, temporary, instant, almost fickle. When they tide comes in they will be gone. When the tide...