“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Photographer sharing beauty, grace & joy in photographs and blog posts. I live in the Twin Cites in Minnesota, the land of lakes, trees, and wonderful nature.
Today is a day of sorrow for me. This moment in time the day after election day feels Hard as Stone, Soft as Tears, the light dimmed by a cloud of uncertainty, loss, and grief Read more…
Here is my fourth photo and essay in my current photography/writing project. This is a shorter essay than those I wrote before. I plan to revisit it later to see if I have more to Read more…
Some days I consider the questions, “What is my purpose? Have I done enough?” and then I realize that the meaning of my life is not measured by what I do. It is enough to Read more…
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