The first snow of the season is falling on Central Illinois. The farmstead finally sleeps under a downy comforter, feeding my solitude and causing the winter wheat to rejoice. The snow sanctions the calender and resets my internal clock.
VIEW FROM THE LOFT
Apple trees stand starkly on their white canvas garden, like a vintage black and white photograph.
WINTER 2012
Winter arrived late to the January party. Now that it is here, I can hibernate.
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