Last weekend I noticed snow had collected in the dried remains of the fruit on this Tulipwood Tree. I was struck by how much they looked like tiny snow cones and attempted to capture their adorableness with my new-to-me 75-300mm zoom lens.
I silently cast a white bone spell with the new moon A starless revolution I waited, visiting in perfect stillness Engorged circle hanging in the air like breath Fat Moon – I rose to melt the frost, blinked blood and knew it didn’t take. E.K This untitled poem is an original piece that attempts toContinue reading “an untitled poem – Dec 11th”
Served humbly over steamed rice, this bison stew was wonderful rich and satisfying. The bison meat itself was so hearty and deeply comforting; we went to bed with full bellies and woke up with an urgent hankering for leftover stew for breakfast.