Patterns on Rowe Road, Alford
. Walking up and down on Rowe Road the other day, on a cold day — but Rowe Road is always sheltered from wind — I saw patterns everywhere, and this is the photo journal from that day. . . .
. Walking up and down on Rowe Road the other day, on a cold day — but Rowe Road is always sheltered from wind — I saw patterns everywhere, and this is the photo journal from that day. . . .
. . I like those golden days, some leaves light up just as you walk by, holding on to the twigs, looking down on their companions that have given up and lie shriveled on the ground. . . Last year I may have been here but landmarks change, no two leaves are alike, seasons are … Continue reading →
The lack of snow, I suppose, is a blessing. On the cement of the sidewalk of my street, leaves that are long gone have left a mark. The mark is light-brown, like the tint of an old photograph, and only recognizable by its contour — gingko, maple, oak. It’s like a chemical exposure, the whole … Continue reading →