a new year comes

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Snow is rare here in the coastal Pacific Northwest. It is, perhaps, the thing I miss most about the Midwestern landscape within which I lived most of my life. I’ll daydream through these documents today, as I wait for the turning of the new year. But I will also enjoy the windy sea air that sweeps up from the Sound, and the green that stays vibrant in the soggy ground.

LIKE SNOW

Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.

– Wendell Berry, Leavings

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(Photographs by Wilson Bentley)

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