The sunset plays me. In the heat of the day, colors are flattened by glare and searchlight bluntness, work taken on, tasks finished. But when the sunset looks at me sideways, flirting through the clouds, changing expression in each instant, I come stumbling out on the porch, fumbling with my glasses, my camera, knowing … Read more
An otherwise view.
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