Landscape is the first born of creation, it was here long, long before we were even dreamed, and it was here without us; it watched us arrive.
– John O'Donohue, The Four Elements, 143

Whoever uses the spirit that is in him [or her] creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal.
– Henry Miller

Through a crevice in the silence, the shapes and textures of things began to emerge.
– Adapted from John O'Donohue, 'The Four Elements', 141

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. The mind that responds to the intellectual and spiritual values that lie hidden in a poem, a painting, or a piece of music, discovers a spiritual vitality that lifts it above itself, takes it out of itself, and makes it present to itself on a level of being that it did not know it could ever achieve.
― Thomas Merton

Pylons replace trees,  
wires dissect the cloudy sky;  
electric forest hums. 

Is the Anthropocene the epoch of ecocide? In post-colonial lutruwita/Tasmania, land clearing, overgrazing, forestry, and hydro-industrialisation have drastically shrunk the verdant forests that once covered the island.
– David Stephenson

After the Solstice | 4
Winter solstice feel,
a night of discontentment;
the cold dark shadows.
(Inspiration: William Moon)

After the Solstice | 3

Brighter days ahead,
after dark declination;
beacons of hope.

After the Solstice | 2

The return of light,
darkness had its longest night;
illumination.

After the Solstice | 1

After the solstice,

the sun's movement is reversed;

wisps of renewal.

When the wind caresses the lake’s surface, you can hear the ripples of the water speaking, sometimes singing.

What views can be more mysterious than landscapes shrouded in ethereal mist?

The cosmos speaks of deep time energy and forces

destination.