Noticing is a practice I’ve kept my whole life. I am forever the one gasping at the moon, or pointing your attention to moss and lichen sharing a stone. We are living now on a damaged planet. Here you’ll find photographs, video, sound, and a few words. Most days from the trail in Northwest Montana, sometimes from my kitchen or backyard. I notice what thrives, what has been lost, and what it feels like to be an animal who also happens to be human.