The thought of my dad coming back as a stately, dignified owl warmed my heart in an unexpected way.
Owl’s Well
Foggy, Foggy Day, 10/4/15
I tramped uphill, intent on photographing fall color, knowing it would glow against the dark, damp earth. But I was hijacked, as always, by the little things–the tiny plants that are recolonizing our damaged forest.