by Cynthia Ruchti
I visited friends in Texas this January, grateful to see them and almost as grateful to exit the snow and ice covered bitter cold of Wisconsin for those few days.
During an especially warm stretch, my friend and I took long walks, both in the countryside and around her neighborhood. I stopped often to take photos of what might have seemed common to her but registered as remarkable to me, the one weary of the bleak midwinter.
I visited friends in Texas this January, grateful to see them and almost as grateful to exit the snow and ice covered bitter cold of Wisconsin for those few days.
During an especially warm stretch, my friend and I took long walks, both in the countryside and around her neighborhood. I stopped often to take photos of what might have seemed common to her but registered as remarkable to me, the one weary of the bleak midwinter.
