Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.

10/30/10 (21)

The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon
of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance of the
moon that looks down upon the resorts of summer time.
Wise, ripe, and portly, like an old Bacchus,
it waxes night after night.
- Donald Culross Peattie

My new project is to capture 28 days of season change here in Minnesota.