IN OR OUT

  Lilium lancifolium lies back in a bed we repositioned last spring under the scorch of today’s mid-afternoon melt. In a slow movement that set her into structure, before the dawn woke the rest of us, she assumes a position to demonstrate the perfect pliancy of her freckled petals and pushes everything out to be […]

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THE THAW

  Blue is the breath, blue is the earth, morning, early, the sky a clean canvas of white and the earth; blue, a bed of frozen blues born from dawn’s breath, a blanket of freshly fallen slow snow, trembling along the hairs of the land, caught in the calm before the crunch, before the footprints […]

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BOOKENDS; UNDER THE PALACE OF PARIS, PHOTOGRAPHY

Last Sunday, this masterpiece of beaux-arts architecture, le Grand Palais was open to the public for a few hours and I rushed in along with fantastic photographer, and now street sketch artist, Mike Powell, on one of his last days in Paris, in order to snap a little of the light under the glass. All […]

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BOOKENDS; WHEN THE BREATH COMES AFTER THE BREAK

    The lilt of the lavender that lingered for days, long after, by the leaning, before the louvre, the sweet consolation of candy floss cologne that stayed on the pillow, after you had parted. It is sometimes that simple; a scent to sail you back to me as if I never left the garden, […]

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