Life has been full for which, mostly, I am grateful. Family and friends sustain me every day, as does the green, growing world around. Even with all the rain we have had this summer here in Vermont that resulted in historic floods devastating our fine little city—clearly the result of the changes we humans have caused—I still marvel at life: a yard overflowing with lush plants; light so soft it brings tears; air completely filled with rain; breezes, both gentle and fierce, animating leaves.
We traveled back to Western Michigan to visit family—so revitalizing—where I also made an annual pilgrimage to the dunes. Each morning the traces of the previous night are found in the sand, marvels my soul relishes and my mind enjoys puzzling over.
The wind spins circles and pushes sticks to scratch tracks; small animals and insect find their ways on complex trails, and the morning sun sketches shadows, even of objects unseen.
It is a timeless place where I am simply a visitor leaving my own traces.
I also want to share the welcome news that a number of my photographs of ice will be part of the exceptional Art at the Kent show from September 8 through October 8. I share the space with twenty artists exhibited together in a historic, 200-year old former road house. If you are in the area, I hope you will stop and see this remarkable show.
Still Learning To See 
Wonderful, especially those ‘winddrawings’.
These photos remind me of images created in snow. Really beautiful. It’s fun to imagine what produced each.
Thanks John~