A Vanishing Present

Fortunately, They Had Sewn a Suit of Tomato Seeds
In-camara In-camera panograph for archival pigment print, edition 3+1, 48” wide

My Personal Biosphere™

In Case of Fire, Monsanto Lunar Division is Breaking Glass

We're liking civilization’s odds, but Just in case, Monsanto announces its goal initiative to plant 500,000 acres of living crops on the Lunar surface by year 2050

Tennyson Woodbridge takes pride knowing the twilight of his career is focused on taking the concept of ‘Harvest Moon’ to the next logical level. Be sure to download our latest Earth Modeling Data for the full report on why

Monsanto Lunar Division Breaks Glass
Persona portrait, September, 2021; copy edited in 2024
Fair-use Copyright © Tennyson Woodbridge. All appropriation rights reserved

Alison Evers

Within the Reeds surveys Lloyd Barrington: Survivor at Large, 1968

Polar Assets This Minute

A Frailty of Idols

Accompanying The Sun

She pointed directly…
As trees like tassels swung
To miniature creatures
Accompanying the sun

Green dye, transferred ink and found gem tintype/ paper, 30 x 22.5 inches; July, 2023; private collection
Original poem spun from Emily Dickinson #606

Neutrino interactions which are incompatible with the standard model

Neutrino interactions which are incompatible with the standard model
Video capture, Lilou; 2023

More Tales From the Frothy Space Time

A Soft Sea Washed Around The House

Ava Vale

Cradle of Civilization

What The Butterfly Sees

Kill the Buddha

Embroidery of the Forest Floor

Allegory of the Cave

Charged Objects in the Vicinity

Carriers by Proxy

Carriers by Proxy
Found photograph + original poem
Copyright © Tennyson Woodbridge, 1963 to present. All appropriation rights reserved

                    Now within
                    an angel twin
                    a spirit capped
Covered

                    A fallen twin
                    though spirit kept
                    crept within
Shuttered

                    Leaves impress
                    though wither since
                    yet with one hand
Carried

                    By silk, by light
                    a faith, a plight
                    as we hark and herald
Surely