I’m seduced by dead leaves, hard rocks, and naked trees. It’s no new thing but is a lasting thing. Apparently, however, it’s an odd thing. Few I know are as beguiled. Fewer still embrace the starkness of winter’s alluring analogous neutral grays and browns. So what makes me curiously different? As a kid I’d lose myself in the neglected field on the other side of the stonewall boundary of our groomed yard. All manner of weeds left to their potential… Read more »

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