You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.
You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.
You’ll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.
That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.
Twelve years today . . .
Today we’re taking a break from the usual photography stuff to talk about… today. Today is a wonderful day. Today is my 12th anniversary with Jessica. Twelve years of me & Jessica. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long. I still get butterflies in my tummy every time she walks in the door. I still think she has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I still am willing to do anything to make her smile so I can get a glimpse of her dimples.
Twelve is the year of silk and pearls. So we’re going shopping. If you email me today, I’ll get back to you on Monday. Have a wonderful weekend.