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Category: Critters
Learn about my Crittering Philosophy
Crittering Philosophy: Art in Harmony with Nature
I believe that art and nature can coexist in a way that honors the landscape, celebrates creativity, and leaves no lasting impact on the environment.
I love wandering the trails, finding connection with nature in my own way. Along the path, I see characters waiting to be discovered—not invented by me, but merely reassembled from their scattered components. Their existence is fleeting, yet in those moments, they come to life in a world that shows the real magic of nature.
For years, I created these Critters only for personal joy—many of them never photographed. Only more recently have I started sharing these Critters with the world, and in sharing I feel a sense of responsibility. I’ve been thrilled to see this art form inspire others to explore nature creatively. I wholly believe it is important to have a personal connection with nature while showing it the respect it deserves. Nature is delicate, and it’s important to me that Crittering honors the landscapes they emerge from without taking away.
These are the principles I follow to allow art and nature to coexist responsibly:
Critters Come from Volunteers: As I hike, I find pieces along the trail. My Critters are built from freely fallen and abundant bits found along the trail. Rare or delicate elements remain untouched. A general rule is if I haven’t seen multiples of this item on my hike, I should leave it be.
Critters Are Ephemeral: Each Critter exists only in the moment—assembled, photographed, and left behind for fellow hikers to find, eventually—often immediately—reclaimed by nature. It is a labor that only survives in its memory.
Leave No Trace: Critters are made only from what I find on the trail I am on—nothing is taken home, nothing is brought from another habitat and nothing foreign is introduced. I occasionally reuse rusted bits of metal or other weathered litter I find on location. For every one I use in a scene, I remove another human artifact from the trail that was left behind. I leave the trail in better condition than I found it.
Keep It Minimal: Critters are small—only a few inches tall. I use staging and photography tricks—or at least try to—to make the Critters appear large and show the world from their perspective. The diminutive size ensures any impact they have on the area is gentle. Critters don’t require whole plants—just small bits of natural debris that often go overlooked.
Honor the Land: Every Critter’s placement is chosen to complement the natural setting without disturbing it. The backdrop for a Critter could be very small or very grand—its just a matter of paying attention to the beauty of nature to find the whimsical scenery that particular Critter calls home. No rearranging of landscapes, or interfering with living plants or animals occurs.
An Exercise in Patience: Each Critter is a delicate balance of creativity and physical limitation. Since nothing foreign is introduced, there are no adhesives or fasteners used in their creation—only nature’s own materials. Each piece must balance, fit, and hold together under its own weight. A small breeze or drop of rain can undo an hour of careful placement, making every creation a fleeting puzzle in both art and engineering. That’s part of the beauty—Crittering isn’t about control over nature; it’s about discovering what nature allows in the moment. It requires patience and a willingness to let the process guide you.
A New Perspective: Discovering these Critters helps me see the world in so many different ways. The minute details on the trail side that may hide a Critter bit for later use. Whimsical landscapes large or small. A trickle becomes a waterfall, a gnarled tree root is a home. Each of my Critters has its own story. I like to see those stories as paralleling those of the local wildlife and our own. What does the world look like from their perspective?
By following these principles, I hope to inspire appreciation for nature’s hidden beauty while ensuring that artistic exploration remains in harmony with the wilderness I cherish.
A rare sight to behold—only once a generation. All the crawly creatures come to pay homage to the Papimarado in bloom. The pull of the blossom is magnetic, the ritual infectious. The crawlies hum their chant of encouragement and praise. Motionless. Mesmerized.
Location: Reserva Ecologica Costanera Sur, Buenos Aires, Argentina
It had been a day of backpacking and spearfishing. After setting up camp and making dinner, we went down to the beach to relax as the sun was going down. We were greeted by a very unique spiney lobster sitting on a rock. “Welcome, subjects! Quickly – what have you brought in offering in exchange for my audience?” In my best old English I told him we were but weary travelers who have arrived nothing more than what we can carry on our backs. The Lobster King insisted, “I always graciously provide audience to my subjects, but none are permitted refuge on these shores without an offering. That is just unheard of!” One of our party ran back to camp and returned with the well-picked fish bones from our dinner and presented them to the king. He gave a great belly laugh. “Wonderful!” he said. “Jewelry for my queen! She will be quite pleased!” We returned to camp laughing. That was the cutest lobster we’d ever seen.
Location: Little Harbor Beach, Santa Catalina Island, California
Time loves to dance. Music fills him with so much energy and emotion-he has to twirl and prance to get it out. Ballerinas are the most graceful, and he wants to be just like them. He even made his own tutu.
Location: Juaquapin Creek, Cuyamaca Rancho State Park, California
The 2:15’ll be ’bout comin’ rounda bend Me ‘n Sasha gonna make sure tha train’s makin’ it o’er Sasha ‘n me’ll be ready if’n’em Caprine Bandits fix’n’a heist T’ain’t likely they’s gonna get by us
Location: Goat Canyon Trestle, Anza Borrego Desert State Park, California
“You’re not going to believe who I saw Marla wallowing in the mud with, Ella…” Ella’s teacup froze mid-air. “No. Way. You mean with Gus. Again!?! After the whole Stacy incident?” “Well, Marla told Manerva they’re ‘just friends’,” Rhiannon smirked, “but those mud splashes on Gus’ back were telling a different story!” “Marla would die if she heard you say that!” spouted Ella. “I’m not sure…,” feigned Rhiannon, “given the number of mud baths she’s taking I’d wager her skin’s pretty thick!” “Ppppffffterrrt!!”
Location: Mount Laguna, Cleveland National Forrest, California
After snowshoeing out to this frozen waterfall, I stopped for a break. At first I was steaming from the exertion as I gazed in wonder. After a bit this fella came out to trample around in the snow. Definitely hairier than any desert giraffe I’ve seen, but that only makes sense. He seemed fine with me there. I don’t think he is used to company out in this frozen landscape.
Location: Paulina Creek Falls, Paulina Peak, Deschutes National Forest, Oregon