Encounters with
the natural world.

We turned off our flashlights. For a moment, there was nothing. Then the whole tree began to blink.

It climbed the same blade of grass three times. Each time, its own weight tipped the grass over and deposited it exactly where it had started.

The sky changed color before we heard the thunder. We were much farther from the car than I had realized.

I had never thought to take a picture of it. It had simply always been there.

I heard it through the kitchen window, over the noise of the sink. Just one, starting and stopping.

By moonlight, the path we had walked that afternoon looked unfamiliar. The rocks had lost their warm colors; even the distances seemed to have changed.