without becoming pictures

By lani

Frozen surf, still life.

I won't say much about the day--I've written those thoughts elsewhere--but during one small part of it, J drove me to this tiny clearing so that I could spend a few minutes finding photographs, finding something for you today. I found this (among other beautiful things). Say what you will about the coming of another snowy New England winter...still, something in the air is why I know this is where I belong.

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