Tuesday, March 04, 2025

Among the clouds, cobwebs and umbel.

1. I'm dipping in and out of foggy pockets. One moment, the world is grey and secretive between layers of mist; the next it's sunshine and blue sky.

2. Two icy sheets of cobweb hang aglow in the darkest part of the woods.

3. A dried umbel fuzzed with frost.

Breakfast, drift and pour.

1. I start to say no because I've already eaten breakfast and I don't want the work of cooking French toast for everyone else -- but...