. . . from the archives #45: Alders & Sunlight—Point Reyes, 1990

Others have ideas, I know,
About what happens when we go.
A thousand virgins? Demons rare?
A fairyland beyond compare?

And others say beyond the tomb
Is nothing but an empty room.
But I—I think that I’ll just wait and see,
And hope for a recycled me.

—from the poem "Cycles" by Richard Summers

Photo: Alders & Sunlight—Point Reyes, 1990

. . . from the archives #44: Cat in Room—Los Angeles, 1994

Some say the world will end in gloom:
A dusty space, an empty room.
And others think the future's bright
With bursts of flame and colored light.

But the very latest thought, it seems,
On what the information means
Is that the world will some day stop
Rotating, like a spinless top.

—from the poem "Cycles" by Richard Summers

Photo: Cat in Room—Los Angeles, 1994