PinnedSlane HartleyNature’s BrigadeWe are reminded of its energy, as it soaks and intersperses among the trees’ canopies. The sun sits idly among us, quiet and patient, like…Oct 14, 2022Oct 14, 2022
PinnedSlane HartleyLife IsLife is a quick and downward glance. Life is signing your name. See what happens. Life is getting the mail in your slippers. Life is…Nov 18, 2021Nov 18, 2021
PinnedSlane HartleyWhen You Die“Dad, when you die, can I come back as anything I want?” my six year old son asked me.Nov 9, 2021Nov 9, 2021
PinnedSlane HartleyThe Space BetweenMy Dad and I shared a love of trees. Trees were not just there to be admired, but also cared for and looked after. At the time, when I was…Jul 12, 2021Jul 12, 2021
Slane HartleySinkingEverything sinks. Everything. Thoughts, potholes, round hips — it, they, all sink. Inversely true, everything protrudes. Everything. Hands…Feb 20, 2023Feb 20, 2023
Slane HartleyBuried Deep InsideThoughts are like a leaves’ shadows that mottle a nearby tree. They are “actions” without distinction. Thoughts are a pattern, we repeat —…Oct 22, 2022Oct 22, 2022
Slane HartleyDust PlumesI recognized something on the side of the road, up ahead, just a few feet from the road’s edge. It was an injured deer, presumably recently…Oct 27, 2021Oct 27, 2021
Slane HartleyThe BoxWe showed up together as a small “unit”…all, but one, tied together by blood. Each of us were wearing what we imagined to be appropriate…Oct 8, 2021Oct 8, 2021