Category Archives: Mormon nature visual art

Nature photos by Virginia R., 4th grade

Path Through Pennsylvania Woods by Virginia

Tree with Lichen by Virginia

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Virginia is in 4th grade and enjoys the Warriors book series by Erin Hunter. She has started exploring photography since her father found her a digital camera at Goodwill. Nature is a favorite subject for her to take pictures of.  You can find more of Virginia’s work posted on WIZ here.

California Summer by Michael Lee Johnson

Carlsbad Sunset

Coastal warm breeze
off  Santa Monica, California
the sun turns salt
shaker upside down
and it rains white smog, humid mist.
No thunder, no lightening,
nothing else to do
except sashay
forward into liquid
and swim
into eternal days
like this.


For more poetry by Michael Lee Johnson and a bio, click here.

Indolent Sun by Michael Lee Johnson

Indolent Sun

In early March
an indolent sun
persists in tossing
volunteer rays of
soft flickering sun silk
through dark desolate
willow tree branches-
melting remnants
of snow diamond crystals
from weathered wooden planks
on my balcony.
I’m starting to think life
is an adjective exaggerated
by the sway of seasons.
It’s normal feeding time.
Below two floors
wild Canadian geese
wait impatiently
for the tossing of morning feed;
the silent sound they hear–
no dropping of the seed.


Michael Lee Johnson is a poet and freelance writer from Itasca, Illinois.  He is heavy influenced by  Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Irving Layton, Leonard Cohen, and Allen Ginsberg.  His new poetry chapbook with pictures, titled From Which Place the Morning Rises, and his new photo version of The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom are available at: The original version of The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom, can be found at:   He also has two previous chapbooks available at: Michael has been published in over 23 countries. He is also editor/publisher of four poetry sites, all open for submission, which can be found at his Web site:  All of his books are now available on  Borders: Now on You-Tube: E-mail:

WIZ Kids: Nature photos by Elizabeth R.

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Ancient chipmunk hole below the Pin Oak, in Fall

Ancient  chipmunk hole below the pin oak

This burrow has been used for many generations of chipmunks.

Early moon rise in my back yard

Early moonrise in my backyard

Taken in Pennsylvania

View of the Kiskiminetas River through a stand of trees, springtime

View of the Kiskiminetas River through a stand of trees, springtime

Taken in Pennsylvania


Elizabeth is thirteen years old and enjoys writing and photography. Capturing the magic and beauty of nature is a talent she hopes to be able to expand to its fullest potential someday.

Video Valentine by Adam K. K. Figueira

Adam writes of this video Valentine that he made it for his “wife and (if the latest ultrasound is correct) five daughters …  I think it fits your theme this month, and the connection to nature should be obvious.”


Adam K. K. Figueira was born to the east of where he lives now, but then went west, and back towards the middle again. He doesn’t see himself as a figure of any importance, but he likes to watch, make, and write about films, particularly LDS films. His greatest achievements are all girls, and that doesn’t appear to be changing in the foreseeable future. Adam’s work is available to read and/or watch at his blog, Anew; Toward an LDS Cinema, the other blog he writes for; his YouTube channel; and his professional site,

Guest Post: “On Stand of Trees,” by Tyler Chadwick

Stand of Trees (by J. Kirk Richards)

I’ve been neglecting what it takes
to piece together dawn from old
snapshots and reminiscence faded
as the blush from Adam’s skin

when God’s question stunned
the garden and he slipped with Eve into
the shadow of God’s voice, their shame
a stand of trees backlit by cherubim

come hounds a-bay to flush them into
death, sin, recognition, solitude,
a blood-drunk field mantle deep with sweat
and sorrow, soil thick with the afterbirth

of myth and tectonic histories, pieces
of a puzzle that shift in bed as I
try to number them one, two, three,
no, one, two… one

edges ragged as the blanket Cain has
carried since Eve weaned him from the teat
and he found his thumb to replace it,
but not enough to fill his hunger, not

enough to keep serpents from burrowing
into his need, from shedding that rag
like yesterday’s skin, from slipping him
the switchblade he used to quarter the fruit

he knew had ripened in Mother’s womb,
the harvest he’ll never find as he works
his spittle and excrement field into bodies
with his hands red as stygian clay.


Tyler Chadwick lives in Idaho with his wife, their three daughters, and their Miniature Schnauzer. His poetry has appeared in Metaphor, Dialogue, Irreantum, Salome Magazine, Black Rock & Sage, and on WIZ (here and here) and AMV (here and here) and many of his poems and his Mormon Poetry Project can be found on his personal blog. 

Be sure to click into the link at the head of the post to see the inspiration for Tyler’s poem, J. Kirk Richards’ painting, “Stand of Trees.”

Landscape, with Livestock

(On “Pond at Thompson’s Station” by J. Kirk Richards)

by Tyler Chadwick

The sun has been misplaced.
Or, if you’d like to get more
Biblical, it’s returned

to the dove’s abyss—or
was that Milton? I can’t be sure
as I dance so near the beginning

with words so supple they
bend into themselves until
only the landscape remains:

the field flushed white, hills
seduced into bed
by cloud vapor so thin it will

barely last past the break of day,
the trees an erratic screen
against the sudden emptiness.

Consumed in association,
their teeth tight to the grass,
the livestock nearest the water’s

point of clarity absorb this light
in slight movements of  jaw and
tongue, slowing the arc of day
as it reaches to nest
in the foreground
of this slowly digested vale.


Find more Tyler here.