There is a perpetual restlessness to the days that join summer to autumn. Chasing the golden light, days getting shorter, long violet shadows, and mist on the water. Transitions – – summer to fall, life to death – – there is a difference between the river on one side of the bridge and the other. Seeing color, living color, art can be joyful even when it is looking back. The phrase “cloudy/bright + fine” found in old weather diaries, inspires me to explore transition times and places.
Going to the Sun
Chasing Daylight I
Rivers to Cross
Other Shore
Frost warning
