Portal: an entrance, a doorway, a threshold. My first foray on the Camino led to many thresholds. Walking an obscure section of one of four historic pilgrimage routes in France, I traipsed past chateaus and hamlets, endless globes of hay and moody cows, country roads and fields of sunflowers scattered across vast swathes of farmland. … More Portals
Lungs. A place of life and death and vulnerability… Breathing With Both Lungs I once heard it said Our lungs are where we hold our grief. When I inhale sharply, to remember Why does it hurt to breathe? Lament happened so long ago Or has it been only a moment or so. How fully has … More Breathing With Both Lungs
Throughout shadowed corners of churches crisscrossing Europe sit tiers and tires and trees of glowing candles. Icons of the voice of our longings, singing of our hope to recover what we’ve lost, to connect with beloved ones gone yet alive in our hearts. This image from my B&W film days calls to me every November, … More Remembrance
The Great Art of Light and Shadow 