Saturday, March 3, 2012


I catch my breath, here is a color and a smell I miss when I'm not in Minnesota. And a feeling under the boots. The half-frozen mud. The river you can't see from here, but you can hear it. Also, wind. Last year's sumac. This year's buds swelling up early. ...


  1. Nice, Zoe! Lovely colors and layers, in words and photos.

  2. it all changes so quickly,the things you cherish most, the ache that comes. this urges me to delve and take each moment in, as tho i might capture the essence of beauty or love, whatever it is that connects you(me) to this life.overnight the snow is gone,what is resting is reborn, a new vibrance comes and i understand faith and goodness.