I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.

An Inuit hunter asked the local missionary priest: If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell? No, said the priest, not if you did not know. Then why, asked the Inuit earnestly, did you tell me?

Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time.

I alternate between thinking of the planet as home - dear and familiar stone hearth and garden - and as a hard land of exile in which we are all sojourners.

Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline - with a little help from caffeine.

We live in all we seek.

Today is one of those excellent January partly cloudies in which light chooses an unexpected part of the landscape to trick out in gilt, and then the shadow sweeps it away. You know you're alive. You take huge steps, trying to feel the planet's roundness arc between your feet.