Woods Walk with my Mother-Carmel, New York, 1967

This piece speaks to a reclaimed memory of a woods-walk I took with my mom when I was a teenager in the Hudson highland woods of Carmel, New York. Cast-off birch tree paper, Star moss, tiny pearl-like mushrooms and British Soldier Fungi decorated the landscape under foot. Escarpments of lichen-covered grey stone broke the earth's surface like whale backs. My mom and I collected bits of moss and clumps of ferns, special stones and interesting branches and transported them to our own courtyard garden at home. We planted a "Healy Garden" named for our friends in Carmel. I still find the smell of cut wood grounding. The same minutia, the details and textures that I remember from long ago still resonate for me today; they are still rich and precious.