Day 317

      The golden delicious days of autumn are over. We've passed the first snow so the crunchy leaves become flattened like a soggy layer of paper. Any fruits left over shrivel and harden. The mountains are kissed with snow and sun, barren trunks decorate the slopes.

Day 207

     Today we went to pick some raspberries. Not the big, chemically grown ones you get for cheap at the store. The little, juicy ones that you see exactly where they come from, that are somehow sweeter, that you get to pick and can eat straight off the bush. And that you don't have to buy.
     Sometimes I wish I had a model I could carry in my pocket so when an idea for a shoot struck, I could fly with it.