I hope my images and words encourage you to take a few steps towards making your footprint lighter on the planet. Because you know what, since I have, I am a lot happier than I’ve been in a long time. Maybe you will be too!

We sold our home of 26 years almost two years ago. And we haven’t bought another. But we have many rooms in our home. Some twenty feet apart, some 1300 miles apart, some 30 yards apart. We live, in RVs we bought used, in the south in coastal Georgia, US, and in the north, on Lake Champlain, an hour south of Montreal, Canada. My studios in both locations are popup campers, also bought used.

15 years ago I visited one of the houses we grew up in. It was abandoned. We peeked inside. I felt nothing. Our growing up had been fairly disfunctional, like many from our generation where white elephants swallowed up all the space.

We decided to walk to the river where we had played for hours as children. Day after day, year after year, fort building in the little woods, raft and rowboating, swimming, exploring, enjoying.

As we reached the bridge, I felt this wave of love, unconditional love, joy, acceptance come over me, wash through me.

I was stunned. What was this? What had washed through me, I realized, was the land/river’s energy, rich, so deep, so nurturing.

Recently I traveled down the east coast with my niece and cousin. My cousin is handicapped. We stayed in chain motels and ate in fast food places because thankfully the ADA forces them to have facilities that made it so much easier for my cousin.

But we could not open the window in the hotel room. I was shut away from the rich sounds/feelings of nature, night after night. Our voices, our bodies, our movements in those rooms – we were the only life in those rooms, room after room, night after night. During the day I was in my car driving, not moving, trapped. For 6 days and nights.

It took a while for me to get my bearings back after that disassociation experience.

We are social beings/streams mingling with other streams. I walk/stream/take photos with/in the planet/lifestream around me every day. My human tribes of extended family and friends are ruthless in their living of the now, in their joy of every moment. My partner and I enjoy each other more, we respect each other more, we appreciate each other more, we trust each other more.

But many of our friends are so buried by their too busy social, full-of-responsibility and obligation lives that there is no time to enjoy the moment, to share a glass with them. Their calendar is too full, their mouths are full of woe-is-me, and we see them aging rapidly, drained by juggling it all.

The overbearing cultural 1st world belief to be logical, to be linear, to be hierarchical, to be materially oversaturated, especially since we have forgotten/buried/ignored the planet-life-stream as a full fledged member of community, is leading to her destruction.

Many people are minimizing their impact or articulating the need to minimize our impact; the woman who has lived in NYC in an apartment for the last two years producing zero waste, the US Secretary of State at the Lima, Peru Climate Change Summit who said “It is the net carbon weight that we have to change”, the US military who states that climate change is the biggest threat we are facing, the small farmers growing organic, the rich social media semantic marketing community of G+ in its drive to help businesses communicate in truth, and all of us who take steps now to minimize our impact everyday.

So that nature may be able to reach through to you, I only post photos on G+ that I have taken that moment. The immediate imperfect is all we have. I also post in-the-moment prose about my interactions with nature and/or interactions with others who post images and prose on G+. As wordsmiths it is so rich to toss the revelations, the feelings of the moment, back and forth.

I write little snippets of RV living. I share writings by anthropologists/Native American Indians/fiction writers that have help me uncover the ways, the tools, of event based perception and communication our ancestors lived as nomads and farmers for thousands of years. I research event based communication practices. I practice that type of communication. I have much to unlearn. It is very hard to let go of the hero/caretaker roles forced onto me by the dominant culture.


As artist-in-residence she lives in a colorfully furnished cosy RV in coastal GA on a grass airstrip near Midway during the cold months, and in a marina on Lake Champlain for the warm ones.

Born in Montreal, Canada, Korths graduated from SUNY Plattsburgh with a B.A. in Anthropology in 1981.

In late 2012 she sold her 27 year completely renovated dearly loved home in Saranac Lake, NY where, during her 40s, she created abstract and sculptural works with handmade papers and found objects.

She, until 2012, worked for two regional agencies, one for more than 15 years and the other for 5 years, providing marketing venues and services to micro-businesses, particularly artisans.