Tuesday, July 6, 2010

the swamp after dawn

The southern lands are pretty in their own marshy and humid way. And sometimes I don't respect that enough.

After a little morning jog around the hood, I rested and drank water in the piano room. I heard movement upstairs and saw my mom walking around with her purse on her shoulder.
"Maya and I are going to Phinizy Swamp. You can join us if you'd like."


  1. These make me long for a place that is really, truly alive. There's just so little life that happens on it's own out in the Utah desert. I miss the vivacious richness of wet, southern lowlands.

  2. Thanks Jake. There's something lovely about it. My family is moving out to Utah next year and I am already mourning the loss of the east coast green.