It was an incredibly warm day in January, and the sky was prone to frequent drizzles. I had pieced together this outfit and wanted to shoot it for the blog, but soggy earth and limited energy left me unable to go very far from home.
When I was young my family worked to put a little creek bed in our backyard. It was dry most of the year, but when snow thawed or rain came the water would flood that particular line of land.
When I shot these photos last November it was my first time being able to do much of anything in a month.
Wind. Invisible, ever moving. It tramples trees and dances with dandelions. We know the wind. We see the wind. But we can never catch it.