I have decided, for the sake of simplicity, and for the sake of my sanity, to simply keep my daily walk as a humble flickr photoset.

In the meantime, please visit me on my regular blog, field | work.

Still winter here, but soft: I went out without a jacket to walk the dogs. I love the evergreens, am grateful for that subtle color, wonder at what wind, what creature, shook loose these needles.

Hay Creek: the past few weeks I'd be swung low by health troubles, and then the news that a former student passed away. After the funeral, a true celebration of his life, Ryan and I returned to Hay Creek, the first time since summer, and took a walk on the paths. Alone in the sparkling winter air, I looked up, listened to the branches, heard the creak and stir, knew his spirit was with us, was everywhere.

Apologies for the spaces as of late: my husband bought me a Mac laptop for my birthday, and I'm still lingering on my old Dell with photo uploads, which makes for some indignancy around here. For now, I peer up and see cloud-streaked blue skies.

I love that there are still pockets of green outside. We've had bright, insistent sunny days and a few seriously gray ones speckled in. My mood often remains in the gray; I'm hoping to move into color soon.

It's been so gray outside; we had a week or so of blue skies and incredible sunshine, and now I need lamps indoors during the day. I usually transition so smoothly into daylight savings, but this one is weighing exceptionally heavy on me.

A noon walk on Memorial Bluff. Ryan brought a tennis ball along and bounced it on the wooded trail's hard packed earth. The leaves are either brown and lining the trails, or still lingering green. Collected acorns rattled in my bag against my hip.