Growing up on a ranch in Sonoma Valley, the elemental nature of life in a storybook land - coupled with the exquisite presence of Divinity in all things - became archetypal.

The language of horses as a textbook for people. The smell of fall’s first rain upon the crackling dry summer grass. The sound of crickets at night and stars beyond counting. Moist earth, cold smoke in winter and the fresh breath of existence, always. Then… Spring. Resurrection. Impossible shades of green, defying reality. It made me appreciate Nature and her entire family, whether furred, feathered, flippered or floating.

The joys of chicken art, bovine beauty, cats caught in pixels, creatures of air and ocean. What a world. We are so, so blessed.