James Godbe

I grew up on a cul-de-sac in northern California in the 1950s, filled with kids who all loved playing kick-the-can until it was too dark to see. We were all there because of the euphoria and optimism experienced by our parents when WWII ended. But we knew nothing of this. When it was dinner time, Dad would whistle . . . and my brother Lory and I would run home.

I thought the whole world was like this.

Gradually, I found out how wrong I was.

I've made my living as a carpenter and as an architectural designer, and now live in the high desert of the Owens Valley on the eastern side of the Sierra in California.

I've enjoyed a 40-year fascination with sacred geometry and a lifetime of wondering how this all came to be, and with the help of my son, have planted 60 trees, established a wonderful garden, and built many stone circles on the land where we live.