When humid air rests on arms, bare for the first afternoon in half a year, life begins to happen, and bored eyes begin to re-explore, the sacred spectacle of time. (April in the marsh)
A Syrphid fly visits Pasque Flower on a windy spring afternoon. What can you do, in a seasonal desert, but search for perfection, means of living or dying, not by illness, or natural selection, but the economists algorithm.
1. When the snow melts, and daylight hours begin to cast a warm light, Pasque Flowers (Anemone patens) surface to welcome another year. 2. An American couple pause to reflect on a coal fired power plant below. 3. The most sacred grounds, of the rarest beauty, traveled by many, but understood by few. 4. As life reawakens, the … Continue reading Barn Bluff, Redwing Minnesota