Stone at Roxborough: Photo by Noelle
Veins run deep. Pockets of distortion, pits and sticks. A landscape cracked and disturbed, stained and bleached from the sun. Colors soft, contrast drifting into shade. Solid, firm, reliable as an East wind. In stone a story I hear with my fingers.
Persse Place Hunting Lodge circa 1909: Photo by Noelle
“Life is like getting dropped off in the middle of the woods, and then year by year, gradually walking home.” April Foiles
Path Through a Wood: Photo by Noelle at Roxborough State Park
I am richer for having begun to blog with all of you. Each post you make, whether I like that post or not, has taught me something. You have shown me the world with your essays, poetry, photographs, and paintings. Your support of my site has kept me inspired to keep going, too. I realize it is not Thanksgiving everywhere, but I send to you all from here in beautiful Colorado the deepest gratitude the holiday inspires for us.
I am moving my home this weekend so won’t be posting much in the next few days, but Happy Thanksgiving to all.
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