April 4, 2012
The Breath of Pine and Frost
The air in the high woods has a sharp, metallic edge that catches in the back of the throat, tasting faintly of...
Author: Light & Composition Team
April 4, 2012
The Mirror in the Wild
I was sitting on my porch this morning, watching a squirrel navigate the fence line. It stopped, turned its head, and looked...
April 4, 2012
Patterns in the Quiet
I spent an hour this morning trying to organize my bookshelf. I started by color, then by author, then by how much...