Upstairs Window, Rain, 2016, Archival Digital Print

With the election, once we thawed from the shock, regardless of our political position, the outcome was unexpected.  I fell asleep early only to be awakened by the almost hysterical commentator on my streaming laptop nearby the bed.  Surely I was dreaming and went back to sleep.  Now I’m awake and thawed.

According to the Strauss-Howe Generational Theory, this was in the cards, entirely predictable and inevitable.  On the positive side, it’s a good time to be an artist.  During times when things are cracked open, we are also Awake, more alert, and more in tune with new ideas and ways of being.

Dogs, Corn, in an 8:15 Morning Light, 2016, Archival Digital Print

A morning walk with the pack through aging corn husks, cover crops and a deep winter blue sky. It is the day before Election Day and no one believes that the chaos and demeanor of this awful election season will end with a new President in place. We are in for a long period of rancour. The Earth adds sanity. I wonder if this farm feels as it does because the farmer gives back to the land in his conscientious organic plantings. The humans and the canines can feel it walking in these beautiful fields.  Everything feels harmonious here.

Cold Morning, November, 2016 Archival Digital Print

My flashlight made tiny lights on the grass sparkle when Billy and I walked out into the night not yet dawn. Frost was everywhere, a thin veil a following that ribbon of road. Morning comes very late now and night falls much sooner.