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All right, I guess I'm just going to break a bunch of the "rules" of blogging and just sally forth in any way I can. I won...

Virginia in winter is subtly beautiful. Delicate, blackened bone trees. Raw, sweeping curves of hills. A colorbox of strange halftones: ...

Yesterday it snowed--the first significant snow in a few years here in Northern Virginia. On the tail of the snowstorm came the polar vor...

I haven't posted in an age. And the longer the time stretches out since that last post, months and months ago, the harder it gets to ...

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart: I ...

Winter without snow: A hard season to love and find beauty in. You have to look. You have to want to find it. So you set out for a walk w...