long lost friends

long lost friends

i was playing with these four leaves and at some point they just ignored me and snuggled up together on my desk. i didn’t introduce them. they had apparently known each other for a long time, and had been apart for far too long, and had a lot of catching up to do.

four dried leaves

  • nanci says:

    Love it…

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  • Erica says:

    That sounds about right.

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focus

focus

i sometimes think our lives are defined not so much by what we have willed them to be, as by what we have focused on, or even what has merely come into focus, regardless of our intentions. part of being an adult is accepting the randomness of this, and the beauty of surrendering to circumstance, and chance encounters, and fruitful wrong turns.

bare winter branches

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white pine indeed

white pine indeed

when you grow up in the north, you learn how to tell a white pine from a red pine by counting the needles in each cluster. red pines have two needles like a wishbone. white pines have five needles like the number of letters in the word “white.” it would be a lot easier if white pines were always frosted by new fallen snow.

white pine with march frost

  • Tracey Martin says:

    Oh, this photograph is the one. My breath caught and my heart leapt the moment I saw it. Exquisitely Still.

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it’s spring somewhere

it’s spring somewhere

it must be spring somewhere because my local grocery store is full of spring blossoms. we still have two feet of snow on the ground and a good month to go before the trees start to bud. these almond blossoms are particularly bittersweet for us. they are probably about to blossom all around our tiny village in southern france. but because steve is a tax preparer, and this is his peak season, we have never been there at this time of the year. we dream about seeing the garrigue exploding with spring blooms, the olive trees white with flowers, and the wild almond trees pillowed with delicate pink blossoms. the locals tell us they are very fickle–one rain or strong wind and they all come down in a day. i’d like to be there, on that day, some year.

almond blossoms

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reminiscing

reminiscing

i try to keep STILL blog seasonal. winter in winter. summer in summer. but i have been cleaning up my portfolio lately, and keep coming across old work that has never been published, but that i still really like. like this image of ferns from my backyard last summer. probably june or july. a client had commissioned a fern photo–one fern photo. but i am an overachiever, and so i shot over twelve compositions hoping to hit on THE ONE that the client would love.  they did indeed pick their ONE. this was one they didn’t pick. so today, i picked it myself. i love it and i hope you do too.

assorted backyard ferns

st. paul, minnesota

 

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