Chimney with white dots Mar22

Chimney with white d...

It’s Tuesday, nearly six in the evening and winter in Maine. March has treaded muddily through half its days but this evening seems more akin to late January or February. It’s snowing. Large, delightfully unperfect crystals of silver-white¬†settle through the surprisingly warm air....

Tree circles in snow Mar20

Tree circles in snow

It’s late afternoon in Maine; late winter. The overcast sky lends a silver-grey patina to everything beneath it. Across the street is a stand of trees hanging about, rustling amongst themselves, as trees are want to do on a snow day. At the base of each tree, a circle of snow...

Little blue jar via SX-70 Mar19

Little blue jar via ...

There is a little blue jar that sits atop the window sill above my kitchen sink. It’s been there for; well, for as long as I can remember. I’m not even certain of how it arrived or who may have brought, or even left it. It’s filled with small, smooth rocks, though I...