April silk

Lilac leaves are the surest sign that spring has stopped teasing. Although the flowers rarely last more than a week here, the leaves possess their own silky beauty. I’ve photographed them many times over the years, and they always draw me back for more.

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Paused glory

The weak construct of flesh, this abstract defiance, reliance on the skin of want, of evergreen, bold for a moment, then humbled, the impalpable heart lay upon crossed swords. Words of comfort and distilled pity mean less than the soft-boned mortality; the only strength is what it gives, why it lives in paused glory.

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