what do you see?

a centipede, a spiky caterpillar, a fish spine, dead curlews, deflated balloons, tracks in the desert sand, or perhaps a double row of poplar leaves painstakingly arranged by someone with a touch of ocd? i see all of the above, as well as the quiet, grim, orderly desperation of a minnesota nature photographer in early march.

winter poplar leaves in a time that is not yet spring.

rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota