Seeing these stairs on a winter afternoon I was drawn to the way they led up from the darkness to the light. Continue reading “Ascend”
The trees, silhouetted by early morning fog, make the houses seem small and almost insignificant. A neighbor’s porch lights offer the only evidence anybody else might be awake. Within an hour this scene will be transformed into a more familiar arrangement. It might be months or even a year before it looks like this again.