hot summer evening

It's warmer than cold outside the studio, and the fat-flaked soaking snow that falls in March is here. The mud is thickening out in the alley, bits of grass are greening up, the first leaves of the daylilies are poking through and the periwinkles are bravely blinking little blue-violet flowers. Spring is a determined season.

Meanwhile, here inside the studio I've been stashing wishful thinking, imagining how good this weather would feel in July. I'm determined beyond reason.

cold moon

When I left the studio last night, the full moon was rising. The frigid ten degrees and still air hung my breath in a solid cloud before me. It has to be the Cold Moon, I thought. I grabbed my camera and began shooting. The exposures seemed longer than life itself, and I fought to catch the moments between breaths, shivers, and heartbeats. It became a true out-of-body experience. I passed those little eternities wondering why I was there without a coat, yet warm nonetheless. I knew there had to be a reason beyond the moon's obvious beauty. 

Happy birthday, Loriann!