BeingEmpty FieldNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – A Season in Hell A season in hell has passed as I rose through the fractures in the liquid earth and woke... williamricciJan 27, 2016
BeingDeep EcologyNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Pure Spirits A chance to put on-hold obligations and deadlines and dive into nature with the purest of spirits. williamricciJan 24, 2016
BeingDeep EcologyNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Hope As the sun sets on another day and the weight of each person’s burden, responsibilities, and hopelessness reach... williamricciJan 23, 2016
BeingEmpty FieldNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – See, Turn, and Return (1) What defines the human spirit when we are pushed to our limits? What ghosts are we chasing... williamricciJan 10, 2016
Deep EcologyNaturePhotographyScienceVideo Wildlife – Pileated Woodpecker This pileated woodpecker made a visit on our last day in Lutsen. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pileated_woodpecker williamricciJan 5, 2016
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Boundaries In these chaotic times dancing on the edge of belief and moral code, what I see and you... williamricciJan 3, 2016
Deep EcologyNaturePhotography Trust and Respect All animals have the capacity for trust if we respect them first. williamricciJan 3, 2016
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Where From Putting aside differences, opinions, and our views of the outside from the inside, whoever or whatever designed and... williamricciJan 2, 2016
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetryUpdate Poem – Here and Now (1) As the sun sinks into the grey water we watch one year become another from atop the... williamricciJan 1, 2016
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Time I have been down that path beneath that same sky before but still, each time it is new,... williamricciDec 30, 2015
BeingEmpty FieldNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – This Way Before I have been down this path before that empty silent road leading nowhere and everywhere, the cold wind,... williamricciDec 23, 2015
BeingEmpty FieldNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – This Road With no end in sight I keep playing the game. williamricciDec 21, 2015
ArtsBeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – What Becomes (1) Long ago that path became an object in the mirror fading into the dust of the present... williamricciDec 13, 2015
BeingEmpty FieldNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – What the Fields Hide Leaving behind the city we pass the line separating concrete and dirt path. Recent snow has hardened and... williamricciNov 29, 2015