For the love of trees

Yesterday I went for a drive with my sister to survey the damage from the ice storm on our street & neighbouring streets. ┬áNot much damage to homes or cars, but the trees had been split into pieces, their branches hanging over the street and blocking the sidewalks. As we turned the corner, I wasContinue reading “For the love of trees”

Capturing Stillness

All that is personal soon rots; it must be packed in ice or salt. -Yeats The trees are bending over with the weight of ice, cracking and tumbling into fences. Colour is preserved and encased in crystal that will melt in the light of the sun. But for now, capture this brief moment in time-Continue reading “Capturing Stillness”