The earth is always in transition, you can see it clearly where I live, almost all of the time. The Winter Solstice is Mother Earth’s New Year, the ancient time of transition, the pagans and the shamonic healer’s favorite holiday. I like it myself, I set out today to capture this transition in heavy rain, mist and fog, the Solstice marks the end of the longest day, the beginning of longer days, it tells the farmer to prepare for Spring, it tells others to get ready for winter. As in life, light follows darkness, one cannot exist without the other.

When I stand outside and look across this beautiful valley, I feel the wounds of Mother Earth at my feet, I hear her wounded cries, ignored and denied by so much of the planet that depends on her and lives off of her. In the Kabbalah, God warns the people to take care of Mother Earth, or he will send a million cherubim to sting their cheeks and lay waste to the world.