My Journey in Image, Word, and Video: Sandy Brown Jensen
A Christmas windstorm clattered the dry skirts of palm fronds. Rain blew in from the Pacific Ocean and over the Santa Ana Mountains at our backs to fill Coldwater Creek
Continue readingThe Three Wise Men: A Glen Ivy Christmas Story
Over the top joy, my lungs full of oxygen rich air, my ears full of the sound of running water… … Continue readingIn Winter, Who is it For?
“My soul is an old growth forest.” … Continue readingA Mind in the Forest
PHOTOGRAPH Shallow stories? Those don’t exist. Under Every lily pad on the surface, The long stem of the rest of the story Is being told in a wavering green light.
Shallow stories?
Those don’t exist. … Continue readingPhotograph: Two poems and a videoito
In the homestead orchard, a cascade of frozen yellow apples glows gold against the darkening stands of fir: I’ve never felt so wise nor so old. A sister tree tumbles
I have photos in three gallery shows in Eugene, OR, right now, but as Bart Simpson said about poetry, “Those poems ain’t gonna appreciate themselves!” So it’s up to me
