
Duckies in the creek just up from the Falls at Minnehaha Park.

Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
1 comment:
All of your icey/snowy photos are wonderful! I especially like this one with the ducks. Is this in a place near your home?
It's a beautiful view you've captured here in film.
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