knee deep in weeds

a personal photo journal

delight

sometimes the tiniest things delight me . . .

“Isn't that the only way to curate a life? To live among things that make you gasp with delight?”
― Maira Kalman, My Favorite Things


a snowy day

the day it snowed and snowed and snowed . . . .

“Now through the white orchard my little dog
romps, breaking the new snow
with wild feet.
Running here running there, excited,
hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins
until the white snow is written upon
in large, exuberant letters,
a long sentence, expressing
the pleasures of the body in this world.

Oh, I could not have said it better myself.”

—Mary Oliver


smile

That day we drove into Enumclaw . . .

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“The Llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat, with an indolent expression and an undulating throat; like an unsuccessful literary man.”
― Hilaire Belloc

have a beautiful weekend,
xoox