a nugget of ice between the boulders and the December light finding it Image | Posted on December 22, 2019 by Doro Boehme
“don’t do it,” I said, “I’m here to help. You can hold on to my hand if you let me come closer.” “Have you never heard of marcescence,” the squirrel replied, “how a beech hides its best buds below clusters of dried-out leaves? Just go away, please. I like to eat breakfast alone.” Image | Posted on November 24, 2019 by Doro Boehme
the lake in search of a captive audience and even those on the cheap seats are glued to what’s happening on stage Image | Posted on November 19, 2019 by Doro Boehme
follow me, she said. I don’t mind going first and I’m the only one with a map. Image | Posted on November 14, 2019 by Doro Boehme
less is more than enough (space) 