In which frozen water makes us whole again
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit, said Emerson. A photographic review of the past 15 hours speaks to this truth. Waking at 5, after sleeping fitfully while the storm battered my window all night, was hard. I groggily put on layers, washed the sleep lines from under my eyes, and trudged out to the car with my gear. The wind had left finally, and all was hushed and cold but no longer biting. The sky was dark butRead More