Core Picking / Kaisa Holmstrom
A watercolor and ink piece from Kaisa Holmstrom, an artist based in Hancock, MI.
A watercolor and ink piece from Kaisa Holmstrom, an artist based in Hancock, MI.
“So the point is not to get caught up in perfection, the point is to produce something….” Kathryn Almy writes on leaves.
“Lily pads are each attempt to bridge that gap.” Elizabeth Kerlikowske reflects on reflection.
“A strip of film clicking into place. the dial winding, lining the film for the next shot–” BEE LB writes on the change of seasons.
Christine Miner Minderovic shares an acrylic on canvas work.
“The wind would only whisper, the woods making soft sounds behind us, everything so quiet, as if the trees knew they were going to be books one day, and this was a library…” Ron Riekki writes on “holy silence.”
“We walk down the trail at the edge
of Carp Creek, almost to its mouth,
then wade across.” Keith Taylor spends time in the creek and forest in “Into the Hemlock Forest.”
Annaka Saari shares a photo at sunset.
“As I walked up, I noticed a massive fire pit smoldering by the trailhead.” In “Power Island Killed Me,” Christopher Wilson’s narrator has a new adventure in a familiar place.
“After the chopping and hauling away were over, the long-lived dryads must have had no place to roost.” Keith Taylor reflects on his backyard in “Spirits in the Backyard.”
“& of course there are flowers without scent, the ostentatious hydrangeas cover the house lest it not look like the others…” Monica Rico writes on flowers, herons, and walking women in “Black Crown.”
Lucie Harmon shares photography from peak season in the garden.
Brennan Schilling shares a golden photo.
Stephanie Slat shares three portraits from time under sail.
“Sitting in the sand I remember the blue-gray strokes of a painting my grandmother created years ago.” Annaka Saari reflects on time spent at Lake Michigan.
A photograph from Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore by Christopher Slat.
Christian Hurt shares photography from a road trip through the Upper Peninsula in July.
“The cicadas, the birdsong, it’s like a symphony, it’s outrageous.” Tyler Duffrin reflects on our continuous search.
“The moon is red tonight and there’s a tang of pine smoke in the air.” Keith Taylor reflects on the 2023 haze.
“A consequence of the lasting geometry of sailboats, these pictures capture my experience on our holy waters.” Mitchell Carter shares a photo series.