for some reason i fell in love with that long terminal branch, reaching out like god’s finger in the sistine chapel.  my mom always told me she had more confidence than talent. she always raised her hand in class, even if she didn’t know the answer, because that way the  teacher would just assume she was smart. i inherited her weakness for people who raise their hands, and aren’t afraid to stick out.

winter limb

sucker lake regional trail, saint paul, minnesota