intricate patterns on my window, reveal simpler scenes beyond. where i let my eyes focus, tells a different story, for today.


  1. can't stop looking at the third image...love it.

  2. like to hear that! thx, chad. full on winter here! same for you, i'm sure.

  3. yummm. I really like the middle one best-the slice between fog and frost where you want to see out but you can't focus...and I'm a sucker for trees. The colors are amazing in the top two. of course I love the simplicity of the third also.

  4. they are all beautiful eileen , but I do have to agree with chad, I just want to jump into that magical mystical ice forest and play all day.

  5. I really like the near/far play in the first 2 photos. And the "door" into the ice forest is already there...the dark hole in the lower right! The return door is lighter on the opposite side, like the swinging doors in & out of a restaurant kitchen. :-) I like the frost on my windows too!

  6. These are beautiful. So so beautiful. I almost had trouble picking a favorite, but I think the third one is the one.

  7. the feel cozy and adventurous at the same time...


talking with you.
about the state of the world.
and where we fit in.
crunching leaves...

moving through. simply.

airplane graveyard.
you stand among the ruins.
delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed.
motionless. burned out wings.
not knowing if the remains are yours.
injured girl.
rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair.
sun flare obscures your face and shoulder.
but you remain.
a giant among the battered pieces.
of this airplane graveyard.
and your world.

once we were best friends. without even knowing.
it's your turn to turn off the light.

once we were alike. without even knowing.
watching thunderstorms on the patio.

once we were confidantes. without even knowing.
we didn’t know what secrets were.

once we were happy. without even knowing.
that goodness meant we were together.

. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.

grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.

grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.

grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.

grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.

grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.

grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.

grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.

grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.

grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.

grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.

grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.

grow. i whispered. did i hear it? i am sure.