Gabriella Marie & Sonja Frances

You just never know what you're going to get when you enter a crazy world like this

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Lake of the Woods Summer 09

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The Patch

Gold to Pink

Friday, February 20, 2009

They Grow

Saturday, January 03, 2009

A Handful of Videos

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas Letter

Christmas Eve

A front has moved in this evening ... bringing the winds. I sit and listen to the sylphic flows, harbingers of increased light and warmth. The vociferous cedar loudly goes about it's work, relieving internal pressures in the process. The snow and ice, having been staged over the past couple of weeks, drips away.

My thoughts are drawn to those who may or may not read this Christmas note, family and friends, and I am once again struck by the weight and depth of our connectedness. In earlier times, that feeling was reinforced, indeed built up, by the force of tradition and the simple fact that most people lived near each other. An easier distance to close it seems.

Now ... it requires such massive amounts of energy and fuel, steel and concrete and microprocessors to physically bridge that distance ... and after all of that "technological enhancement" ... I still do not often find that connection. That openness in which I am willing to simply be in the presence of another ... Unguarded.

Somehow, I wonder ... can I travel that distance? can I re-connect in another manner? One that has more to do with the beginning and end of a wave and how the beginning is the end ... and how that wave is informed by a multitude of other waves ... each one in-forming the other ... stretching outward to the distant horizon and inward to the immediate heart.

My thoughts are drawn to the concept of distance ... in light of the beautiful child Phoebe, a year younger than Gabby and a part of the Island community. She was operated on recently to have a brain tumor removed ... where did she go during that 10 hour long surgery? She is recovering now from the treatment as well as the disease... and so many threads of thought and feeling are being directed to her by many people, wishing her well from distant places. Are those threads received ... and woven?

My thoughts and feelings are drawn to that seemingly rigid and intractable edge ...

in the light of Aunt Sue.

I wish you safe passage. I do not believe in darkness.

I offer these thoughts and this Christmas eve Soundscape to my friends and family this Christmas season. I wish to be more grateful now and in the future.


Merry Christmas ... Happy Holidays

Love Nick, Franny, Sonja, and Gabriella

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Song for the Fourth

Here's a song I put together which includes some audio from our local fireworks show down at the Scatchet Head beach. It is a long ambient type piece that I mostly performed live in our yard recording the audio with my field recorder. It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but if you can make it through to the last couple of minutes it ends with a really nice acoustic reverie.

In my mind it tells a story.

Link here:
End of an Era (Independence Day?)

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Sonja's Day

Garden Time

Gabby's First Harvest