BeingDeep EcologyNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Heartbeat In the depths of winter, when I stand as one of the white birch when the ravens come... williamricciMay 31, 2017
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetryUpdate Poem – Rain When my mind becomes scattered, when each of the thoughts I held in my core is lost to... williamricciMay 20, 2017
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – The Fragments We Keep Eyes open to the blackened sky. I find myself on scattered rocks. Cold waves wash over me as... williamricciMay 16, 2017
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BeingNaturePhotography Playtime Nothing is more sacred and meaningful than the trust of an animal. Nothing is a better cure for... williamricciApr 12, 2017
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Existence The dirt road lined with pine and poplar exists in familiar land and on the map, but standing... williamricciApr 10, 2017
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – The Wanderer, part 2 I wandered toward a hill with Joshua tree standing tall there sitting in the shade upon a rock... williamricciMar 29, 2017
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – The Wanderer, part 1 I was wandering in the desert flat until I reached the hills there stood a man under a... williamricciMar 25, 2017
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Memories At the dawn of each day our past experiences become memories frozen in the depths of our mind,... williamricciMar 25, 2017
BeingEmpty FieldMachinesNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Across the Salted Plains Across the salted plains We watch the sun fall The moon rise The machines sleep. In dreams spaced... williamricciMar 22, 2017
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Trees I see the trees touch the sky and I wonder what would happen if they disappeared and nothing... williamricciMar 19, 2017
BeingEmpty FieldMachinesMountainsNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Emerging Emerging from the forest through the last barrier of this life, beasts of the past intertwined with shadows... williamricciMar 18, 2017
BeingEmpty FieldMachinesMountainsPhotographyPoetryScience Poem – The Last Day in This Flesh The last time I exit the empty field, crossing over the still black water will be the last... williamricciMar 12, 2017