forage ~ iris leaves Forage ~ Iris Leaves   These beauties may be over-looked beside the resplendence of their flowers, and yet they are wonders in and off themselves, filling the edges around Trout Lake in the early Summer with a sea of green blades! Young children love to secretly tunnel among their tall passages as if in a jungle. Once you begin to…

forage photography I wandered down from my home near the ravine to Trout Lake, criss-crossing through fields, alleys, bike-paths, the signs of Fall becoming. I was on my way to a Photo Shoot, but the journey between two points is so often my favorite place, as I so love to wander, and see what gifts I encounter.   Here is wonderful Copley Community Orchard,…

Apple Star Learning outdoor class…. My photography informs my mentoring work with children. Inspired by the Reggio model of education, I use loose parts, arts supplies, and an engaged, observant, curious, experimental, inspired approach to my outdoor education classes. I believe fundamentally that attachment to place, creative learning, and compassionate child raising and educational practices go hand in hand. I use my photography as…

Forage: The Rose and the Hip What is Forage? A kind of inner tracking, a wild wander, observing how the gifts in the wild or garden reflect the gifts within. I realize now, that the idea for the name of both my photography business and my educational business comes from a  kind of ‘forage’ experience.   In what ways does a ‘fruit’ or example…

forage At first I wanted to call this ‘food porn’, but then I had to pause, why ‘porn’?  What is it about my / our relationship to sensuality that causes me / us to debase this incredible fruit of the sea?  Why not honour and celebrate this luscious, miraculous, delicate and delicious gift from our Mother Earth, or Mother Sea instead?  And so here she is, hand-picked…

Firemaker, Filling the Myth Gap, and  The Importance of Story-telling I’m editing Firemaker photos finally. I’ve been asked to use some on the website. As I go through them, my heart singing with beauty and belonging, I am greatful for what i have encountered about myself and how I fit in this big picure. Slowly, but surely, I am circling in, weaving my own…