all places
are forgotten
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/8fc86ebf-873f-4d84-b760-cbfbeaa5d759_rw_1920.jpg?h=ee17f1fb4c9b2efdd818f8ce03ecdb7e)
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/96fd4bf3-a563-44cd-8a42-4dd58cf3d5d3_rw_1920.jpg?h=aada9400941b3c75b63299f0a5e2327d)
even the
good ones
we contained the wilderness of Eden
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/79243eb9-0404-4ca8-a3ee-65441ab64c37_rw_1920.jpg?h=ff970a39e781eef7571ddb8f33e866a7)
we forgot
what it looked like
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/c9cd533c-c9cb-44f0-b39c-d39c02322f39_rw_1920.jpg?h=1eb8dd1e1969d958ad67dc7aa0fcbe28)
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/a3f07a4e-5ce2-484e-b420-210830a60e5e_rw_1920.jpg?h=cba3e20e57f170abbdf16ca352c12763)
before
the gates closed
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/efba186d-667e-4bc9-980c-7c5efbee8099_rw_1920.jpg?h=2bf0c57e2fe0abf9ea0b75b037f44212)
all we could
do
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/8499b12b-f9e6-48f2-88c6-f15db1e0cab8_rw_1920.jpg?h=71d70c5613dd0294551309c6af498014)
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/ba704e31-3287-45a4-8766-ab30c0cf3dfb_rw_1920.jpg?h=4f7ca36d597a63657acc8a67eeffc923)
to rebuild it
was
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/6363fad8-6dc2-4d37-a244-2b7ac73f63a2_rw_1920.jpg?h=ffb501d569fbbfff1613686dab53dcd4)
in our own image
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/0e55a8e9-54fb-46b1-9768-88c2218da156_rw_1920.jpg?h=f95ac9cacc8093421158ea1b5dace6f9)
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/7159b38a-1b24-4133-bcb7-e3b326845e8a_rw_1920.jpg?h=bbd99f23fb5d509d3adb5c073714186a)
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/073b3c3e-8f95-401f-a8e9-870131a78b3b_rw_1920.jpg?h=59478207fde614279d00524a7655ef63)
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/3f76428d-fa63-4aec-a0de-e9f0159a14a3_rw_1920.jpg?h=0ba2684d16a700eda7cfdd7a1276d172)
all places
are forgotten
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/30551075-c847-4180-8732-3eb5cf4d4d82_rw_1920.jpg?h=aeee9f8dc6c8a7f819a069577f3be722)
![](https://cdn.myportfolio.com/94d268d5-df63-4110-ab1f-07a6b8381c9d/0abfb507-de28-4d0b-9561-3b6e84a8c661_rw_1920.jpg?h=51bf7d7bdb8cb2f0f778229b13b543ba)
even the
garden of Eden
Quietly Imminent
or
Coping with Anthropocene
(visual poem)
Poetry is my chosen form of art therapy. When life is so complex it becomes unbearable, I deconstruct it in my mind, until I can see its skeleton. Then, I take that apart too, and assign each bone a good word, or an evocative metaphor. Finally, I put the bones back together to form a new creature - one I can understand. I go through much of the same process when I walk around with my camera, and choose which bones to keep in a composition. I guess, photography is my chosen form of art therapy too.