The spring equinox is fast approaching and things aren’t going so well. My beloved magnolias didn’t stand a chance this year. And only time will tell, but I have a feeling everyone’s favorite pink blossoms might suffer a similar fate. So in the meantime, I’ve been revisiting old photos and sharing some here.
Best of luck out there. For a bit of cheer, I leave you with the humble kumquat.
Twenty seventeen. I unintentionally almost made it to March without taking a single photo. Everything has its plan either way.
The white limestone cliffs along the Jurassic Coast had me reminiscing about my favorite Mesozoic Era hangout spot in Calvert, Maryland. If you need a little more texture in your life, a jagged coastline seems to be the perfect destination.
The New Forest is a magical place to get lost in. Wild horses and cows grazing on heather and bog myrtle against a backdrop of endless ferns and oak trees.
Icelandic style. My new friends are pretty and I have hair envy.
Horse Study I. Horse Study II.
Sometimes being alone can be, well lonely. But there are always times when alone is the best possible gift this world has to offer. Takk, Iceland.
“…to see it from seed, to watch it grow little by little, to watch the process, to see it struggle, to see it survive, there’s this whole level of appreciation that everything takes time, everything takes the right amount of nurturing, everything deserves effort because it’s making an effort.” —Niki Nakayama