I used to dream of forests, asleep and awake. Dense groves of ancient giants, gilded domes of oak and maple, stands of slender aspens, bearing silent witness, swaying to a breath. Wild, hidden places where life feels more alive, at once intense and restorative. Where my outline might be found within a profusion of stalks,…Read more Pale Forest
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Clearing the Air
As some of you may have noticed, I have taken a long break from the internet. I disappeared for a while to devote all my time to my family, the holidays and all the hum drum activity of keeping several people warm, relatively calm (i.e. not injuring each other over trivialities or toys) and occupied…Read more Clearing the Air
For Now
It begins with a feeling, barely there. A song from a dream you can’t remember. It might just be the most beautiful song in the world, the way it strains your nerves with effort to recall. Once floating in waves of melody, bathed in golden light. Now adrift in fragments are the embers, unwilling to…Read more For Now
Flower & Fruit
The sugary scent of the plump fruit caramelizing in the summer heat was so delicious. The warm air was like syrup. Even the wind gave long slow sighs, relishing its lazy caresses on the soft flesh among the leaves (blushing :-)). The birds flitted around so carefree, plump and content, they happily savored the pick…Read more Flower & Fruit
Seafoam Woods
I old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they…Read more Seafoam Woods
A Sea of Roses
A sea of roses in high summer, heavy, heady, pink perfumed, dew-dropped wreaths of soft waves never ending. They nod and smile, I Love Forever and Always, They say, scenting certainty with desire, Promising endlessly, endlessly more than today. Text and images by M.P. Baecker © 2017
Birch Woods Spring
Birch woods spring, Delicate stuttering, Diaphanous muttering, of sweetly invisible blooms. Walking softly, Someone calling my name. A hush ascends to listening. Silvery streams beneath us, whispering promises as they wake.
Natural Abstracts
My kids and I walked to the nearby pond a few days ago looking for ducks. Actually, the kids hopped, skipped, climbed, ran at full speed and cartwheeled to it, while I walked and occasionally prevented serious injuries as casually as I could. My daughter, so excited to share a few bread crumbs she reserved…Read more Natural Abstracts
Pictorial Study: Light Circles
As I wrote in my post, What is a Light Circle?, "A Light Circle" can mean many things: it can be a reflector, a halo, an eclipse, a lightweight round object like a ring or a locket, a ring of fire, the lens of a camera, a thin sketch of a sphere, an orbit and so much more. It's…Read more Pictorial Study: Light Circles
A Birth in the Winter
This is my first blog post!!! Yes, a new beginning in the dead of winter. The major holidays are over, there is no longer a festive buffer from the freezing cold. The once pristine snow has worn out its welcome, it is now a dirty, semi-frozen mess and once easy paths have become icy, muddy traps.…Read more A Birth in the Winter
A Light Circle 