We weren’t really lost; we could see the house just across the cove. But the fields were so very cold and muddy, and the winds came off the water and whipped stinging sand at our eyes and mouths, making the evening seem desperate and epic. And so our thoughts and conversation turned to fire and food and warmth and shelter. The Muscari pushed toward the sunset, unfeeling, insensitive to our struggle for survival.

April 20, 2010
Outside, Travel


I'm visiting from Chatting at the Sky. You always have such beautiful photos!! Like, make-me-have-to-catch-my-breath photos :).