The feeling of caressing a soft flower petal, watching dandelion seeds blow in the wind, the harmony of the leaf, the sweet scent of the peony. All of these are botanical gifts.
What wonders I witness. The Adirondack mountains around me, wise and lasting. The boreal forest green in it’s temperate splendor. The sodden bogs and rivers wild. The weather, the land, the sea and the sky.
A tapestry of breathtaking ancient lights awaits you. Art made from the interplay of light, darkness and ethereal form. The air is still and quiet until you hear some howling in the distance, the night is dark but it doesn’t truly sleep.