Field notes: The woods near Ketawakamiya Shrine – 3/15/18

1.) The mountain stream, just out of view to my right, makes a constant white noise, like how it used to sound as a kid, jabbing buttons on the TV remote, when I’d hit the cable channels my parents didn’t pay for; the sound of something unreachable, just beyond the blizzard on the screen, just…

A breath of spaces – 3/12/18

I can stare into a space for so long the utilitarian can become decorative, and the decorative as useful as an exoskeleton. Or lungs. ... The air I breath here changes, depending on where I am. Inside, the smell of burning a sinister sting of kerosene heaters warming every room mixes with the lifting scent…