At the end of the day - the light is fading...the snow is falling.

Silent. Still.

The wind is blowing. The world is white.

For me - it's what it is. It's what it's always been. It's what - I hope - it will be forever.

I love this season. I love the warm comfort of the cold....and the cold hard bite of its warmth. I love the quiet...the peace...the endless shades of empty.

I love that in one single word - I know exactly.

This is what it looks like....sounds like...tastes like...smells like...feels like. It's in my bones...my being...my heart...my soul. This is it.

It lives and breathes and resides deep within me.




In the just right moment on the just right day - the ground and sky come together and meet as one.

I love these kinds of days...these exact moments. I love that there's no beginning...and no end. I love that I can't distinguish between
right-side-up and us-side-down. I love - most of all -  when there's no way of knowing.

It wasn't always like this. I wasn't always who I am.


Once - I needed a clear road to follow...a map...an outline...a plan. I needed a list. I needed to know how each and every minute of each and every day would be accounted. I needed lines on which to write myself in.

In just the right moment on just the right day - I find myself without any need to add or to say. There's ease...simplicity...beauty...and grace. There's everything...and there's nothing at all.


I breathe in the empty. I exhale the full.

I breathe as if I've never breathed - just this on just this kind of day. The ground and sky have met somewhere in the middle of nowhere. And I'm right here to look...to capture...to see.

I breathe with gratitude.

Today - I breathe. Today - I am.


Are You My Mother

I never know what it is I'm going to find as I set out each day with my camera. As do so many days - today - surprised me.

A chicken emerged from her warm winter coop...mistaking winter (I assumed) for spring? Or - hoping?

She walked with great caution. She stepped lightly. She looked up and down and all around. She was definitely searching for something.

And then - I imagined...as I so often do - that she'd come out in search of her mother.  I thought about the many ways we are so much the same...and the more ways that we are so very different.

And yet...and yet -

We arrived on this good earth by way of our mothers.

We miss them.