If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago. If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos.”
E. O. Wilson

Over the last twenty years I have studied, collected, and recounted in several formats stories of the flora, fauna and humanity of the Gulf of Maine watershed.

There are myriads of stories to be told of daily life in my sliver of that greater watershed. I guess I am trying to understand where I live and in order to do that I started making art. I am not a scientist or even a very good naturalist. I am always a beginner.

If I were to name my pursuit I would call it incidental ecological documenting. I am an observer who sees threads of stories in the landscape. Sometimes my stories are just moments in time, even figments of my imagination, glimpses from my small view of my world.

I use what comes to me to use. My tools are a camera, a pencil, a computer, my eyes and ears. There is nothing pure about what I observe. I doubt there are any conclusions to be drawn. I am just one observer following threads.