Feeling my place in time.
There's nothing like an ancient river rolling by to get you pondering your place in time. . .
Because we need joy. And who doesn’t love a parade?
For me, at this moment in time, celebrating the United States of America as a place of independence and freedom stirs up a mix of cynicism and disgust. Yet on a mountaintop in North Carolina, I actually felt hopefulness rise above foreboding and fear.
out here on the edge of lonesome: and also keith richards made me cry
Sometimes I choose that shadowy space, because there’s things you can only uncover about yourself by going out there on the emotional borderlands.
El Dia de Muertos
A night when the living invite the dead to visit, and celebrate those who have gone before. We don’t have any tradition like this Mexican holiday in the United States. Getting to be at a Day of the Dead celebration was something entirely new for me. I was outside my cultural norms and found it moving, and stunningly beautiful.
Picnic memory
Smokes hangs in the air like a ghost I’ve been waiting to find.
What the dead want us to know: Light and shadow at The Old Burying Grounds
Graveyards are often beautiful. And beyond that, there are things the dead want us to know.
So much beauty to be had.
Gardening and gardens, as well as photography, are both forms of meditation for me. Enjoy some images I made at a world class garden in North Carolina.
the beautiful letting go
The glittering gold of Fall leaves can be intoxicating. They help remind us that it is only by letting go that the process of renewal can begin.
Ode to the Cypress Grill: a place in time
The Cypress Grill near Jamesville, NC, before it burnt down.
Yearning for the open water
These boats yearn for the open water. Don’t we all?
Steadying ourselves
My mother, Phyllis Gwendolyn Bolling Williams, has been gardening since she was a small girl. At 87, she still finds a way to tend to the earth and coax beauty and nutrition from small patches of ground.