Making a book (Part 2): Finishing and starting
I want to tell you about finishing at 3a.m., when every last image was uploaded, processed, and correctly named, and every combed over. The house so quiet that it seemed to hum. Coyotes called when the moon came up, and later owls. A pair of screech owls in particular held a caucus: One shrieking to [...]
On making the book (Part 1)
I’m not sure where to begin: at the beginning, or at the ending, or right here, this morning, when I woke to the moon just slipping between the branches of the trees along the edge of the field, and Venus, a little higher up like a diamond against the pale lapis blue of the dawn [...]
« go back

