Tag: Roanoke
Flashback: A Question, Left By a Brook …
True story? At least three times in the past three days, someone I care about has stared straight into my eyes and said something like: I can’t take much more of winter. They haven’t said the words like people griping about getting caught in an afternoon rainshower. Instead, they’ve spoken with a kind of emptiness and exhaustion […]
Ask me anything …
Can I tell you a secret? It’s weird, keeping a blog. I post photographs and snippets of poetry — sometimes shamelessly personal prose. I dream in blazing black-and-white, and then I come here and splash those dreams on the screen. Still, though … There’s so very little you know about me. And you know what […]
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 […]
Flashback: An Invitation to Look Again …
Just over a year ago, I posted this little story. I stumbled across it again yesterday, and it still feels thick with magic, mystery, and fearless everyday wonder. Enjoy, friends … * This is how it happens: I am out shopping, late Sunday afternoon, when I see on the shelves a little oval mirror that hangs […]
Whiteout …
Watch the snow come… Watch it swallow the blue hills… Watch it erase the horizon, snuff the sound of the day in silence: Watch me fill the silence with song. ❤
Runes …
I almost miss the magic today. It’s cold — great gusts of wind tearing through the clouds, tossing the treetops. Even in my down parka, I’m shivering. But I go out anyway. I walk down to the woods. Tramp through the brush for an hour, trying to catch a little beauty through the viewfinder. But […]
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