Cloverhurst, completed in 2024, is about sanctuary found in the southern overgrowth. A place where our prayers are taken to the soil of the divine Earth. The only real God we know.

Drawn repeatedly to this small trail, that was our sanctuary, became habitual escapism. Surrendering shame and rage to the Earth, scratched from our backs with tall grass and washed away with thick muds.

Experimenting with time and movement, identity is subliminal, directing the viewer's attention to texture and form. This technique leaves tone and mood oozing from each photo.

In the fall of 2022 the trail and its connecting field was stripped away to start construction on apartment complexes.

When I Was Soft As Ferns

by Colette Inez

When I was soft as ferns around the roses,

I sang processionals at morning service

and rode my gladness high on backyard swings.

Hummed alto to every hymn the choir knew,

but in the fields and weeds I grew

with sticks and stones and hurting things.

And now when morning comes and night is over,

I, having fought the terrors from all corners

of hours soaked in brimming darkness,

arise and limply hang my questions

on rusted hooks that streak the naked wood,

and then a tired knowing strokes me

with answers in my secret blood.