This is how it happens: we drive up Mill Mountain, the Xterra snaking a black ribbon of road through the green. At top, there’s the Star. We have two special friends from DC with us, visiting for the weekend, and we know that no trip to our little city is complete without at least […]
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A gift to the current Me, from the girl I was last Fall …
Every once in awhile, this magical thing happens to me. I’ll be plowing through my day, hurried and tense, when suddenly I’ll stumble over a little loveliness, left behind by my past self. It’s like a gift, really: the rose petal pressed between two pages. The poem scribbled on a cocktail napkin, tucked in my coat […]
magic on the sidewalk …
This weekend, I dare you to believe something radical: Every day, the world tosses magic at your feet. And I could try to write a long treatise to convince you that’s true… Or I could just show you this series of photos, which are literally just shots of chipped concrete and a few stray weeds […]
the unflinching honesty of fresh snow…
I go out walking in the white — shocked, as always, at how it erases what came Before… And how it reveals whatever came After. On its clean slate, I can see clearly the crease made by the wing of a low-flying bird. The tracks of even the most soft-footed fox. The bullethole of each […]
Savannah, Georgia: Abstractions
I spent last weekend happily shambling around the green-shadowed streets of one of my favorite cities: Savannah, Georgia. I ate a shameful amount of seafood. I slept in a ridiculously fluffy four-poster bed. And I took photos. A lot of photos. Today, I finally got a chance to go through some of those photos. And in […]
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