Photo Challenge & Poem: Place in the World
Passing Through
Passing Through
A hand flattened to shade my brow, questioning the late-afternoon glare diced with shadow, not certain I should trust my wind-burnt eyes. How to make sense of a tropical memory skimming across this land-locked farm, are those pelicans on my prairie pond? They’re rare visitors floating with mallards and mergansers and Canada geese. The herons … Read more
We are facing a storm today. It’s all white-white; white fog, white snow, white breath. Winter is that time the most vibrant thing we have here is memory, and so that is what I’ll post; a memory of sky and water, while we wait for a color–any color–to return. Hurry Spring. Anna Blake, Infinity Farm. … Read more