When the Wind Blows

I’ve known Andy Thompson since his RTD days, and when he launched Richmond Outside I eagerly offered myself to him as a “contributing arborist.” In the several subsequent years, I have, in fact, contributed various articles with trees as the focus, but often I have found myself equally inspired by our beautiful river, its influence on my family, and the special people and places that make […]

By |2018-04-27T14:02:55+00:00August 12th, 2016|

48 Hours

The current of life is unrelenting in an East Coast metropolis. Even as I vainly grasp for an isolated moment, the urgent flow pulls my attention downstream. In full servitude to the Western mind I’ve inherited, I become so focused on the flow, and the relationship between where I’ve been and where I’m going, that quiet suspension in time and space is difficult to achieve. Seldom is it that I truly understand where […]

By |2018-04-27T14:02:55+00:00August 12th, 2016|

Bad Fruit?

My daughters aren’t very young anymore.  Or maybe you wouldn’t agree. They can still tally their  earth years using the original abacus- human digits.  Shouldn’t one be considered young, you might contend, if in common American parlance that one is referred to as a “teenager?”  OK.  Conceded.  From the vantage of a fully earth-cultured adult, I recognize that 13 and 16 must still be considered ages of youth.

But these finishing ages […]

By |2018-04-27T14:03:00+00:00August 12th, 2016|

Forest Sunset

At the end of an earth day, when the intensity of light and heat fades, just above the western horizon an observant human is allowed to see the softer shades of our Sun’s radiation. Rust, orange, rose, and pink are by heavy atmospheric refraction gradually separated from the day’s hot white. And just after The Great Light has revealed the softest, most gentle side of itself, darkness falls. There is sleep.

Sunset in […]

By |2018-04-27T14:03:00+00:00April 5th, 2016|