Here in the Southwest, spring is a breath. One you run to catch, only pushing it out too quickly in your efforts.
Back home, friends of mine treated sunburns on the same day they sent their children out the door in snow boots.
How do you catch up with days like this?
I took these photos as deep breath in. Wanting to catch it in a jar and bring it home. I knew on this night home, once again, would be far from the sea. I tried to squeeze greedy and peace in one box and expected them to behave.
You can imagine the results.
I watched through the tiny square of a view finder the expanse of space that takes more than one eye squeezed shut to see.
I’m grateful for the images. Grateful for the knowing, remembering of feet on asphalt at the edge of green and sky and sea.
As the weekend hit like a March storm in Kansas, I searched these memories out. Stretched long into the breath that would pull in the shoreline. Tug hard and tuck in tight this story line that is mine. All of it. Kelly green and coral peach. Rain in the sunshine and creating while at rest.