The fresh green of leaves awoken to the light of the sun, isn't that one of the most wonderful things you can ever see? A common wonder, by each spring and summer multiplied, not bound to a specific place or time. Flowers usually get all the exclamation marks, but I like to think of myself … Continue reading Summer Leaves (Or Flowers Are Pretty, But Leaves Are Wise with Light)
In case you are curious, this is where Vincent does most of his writing. And that fellow sitting in my chair is my personal assistant. He is more efficient than he seems.
I’ve been waiting for her patiently and, at last, she came. She began to snow in the night. Everyone on my street must have been asleep by then, snoring or dreaming. It was as if she was snowing only for me. I took my camera with me through the snowflake stings. It would be such … Continue reading Midnight Stroll Through the Snow