One of my favorite things to do is fly in airplanes (next to riding a really big, really fast rollercoaster). It’s fun to pull away from the earth’s surface and watch things on the ground get smaller, they start to look like little toys. And what seem like enormous clouds when they’re above us, appear...
“I prefer winter…when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it…something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” – Andrew Wyeth There’s a bit of the Andrew Wyeth in me. He died a year ago in winter. (my soul was made for winter, although born in summer) I remember first...
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