BeingEmpty FieldNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Merging Scenes Evening clouds cross the open fields, consuming empty space and trees. We watch their fluid movements and changing... williamricciFeb 21, 2017Mar 8, 2017
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Promise That evening I played in the snow and ice crossing fields and hiking uphill as the air dropped... williamricciJan 7, 2017
BeingDeep EcologyEssayNaturePhotography Nature – Land, a Fall Perspective Evening approaches the valley shielded under the canopy of oak. The colors change from green began a week... williamricciDec 30, 2016
BeingNaturePhotographyPoetry Poem – Accept What is Given I awoke whole with an empty mind. I left the front door into the morning air filled with... williamricciJul 17, 2015Jul 18, 2015
BeingPoetry Poem – Broken I am broken and beneath the evening sun my pieces melt. In the moonlight I am made whole... williamricciJul 11, 2015
BeingDeep EcologyNaturePoetryUpdate Retreat Vignettes – #2 Tall pine holds up the sky free of clouds as the sun passes overhead. I look beyond the... williamricciMay 26, 2015
BeingDeep EcologyNaturePhotography Dogs of Spring #3 Spent the weekend chipping fallen trees and pulling stumps. Had enough time leftover to spend with the evening... williamricciMay 4, 2015
BeingDeep EcologyNaturePhotography Dogs of Spring #2 The day after clearing part of the forest, me and the big dog enjoyed a leisurely walk beneath... williamricciApr 26, 2015
BeingEmpty FieldNaturePoetryUpdate Poem – The Dark Drifting Upon the Snow Winter evening in mid-December. The sun set hours ago and cold is descending from the heavens, there are... williamricciDec 19, 2014
ArtsBeingPoetry Poem – I Touched Heaven The other evening with autumn at hand we place wood upon the fire poplar engaged in a slow... williamricciJun 21, 2014
BeingNature Poem – Stars As evening settles in I wait for Leroy as she watches the tree line. I feel we are... williamricciMay 9, 2014
ArtsNaturePoetryUpdate Poem – Spring Clear evening chill light lingers over treetops one last time dear Orion. williamricciApr 4, 2013Apr 4, 2013
BeingPoetry The Meeting (1) I followed the man in a red robe with deep purple beads and dreadlocks through the town... williamricciApr 30, 2012Apr 30, 2012