A favorite tree seen on our daily walks. It happens to be dead. Stark, scraggly, and standing tall against the sky, it was impossible not to notice it in the midst of the lush green woods and marsh. I wouldn’t say it stood out like a sore thumb – I enjoyed the contrast.
210/365: tree skeleton
You may have noticed that I have a fascination with things in nature that look like other things in nature. And, so, as I was surveying the remains of the garden – the leftovers from fall – I was struck by the skeletal transformation of some of the vegetables. Because I particularly love it when vegetables begin to resemble animals. Or, in this case, bones.
73/365: last year’s beans
The relentless bluster of this winterspring season calls for an old-timey effect. Something that expresses an intimate knowledge of hardship. Of cold so deep it’s written on the bones and haunts summer’s dreams with their rattling.
109/365: april snowstorm
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