pics from this past weekend.
snow on the mountains in los angeles.
wild lilacs next to the trail.


some things take my breath away. they are not "things" really, but pieces of miracles. moments. change. surprise. ways of knowing, a sprint forward, of spirit and hope. much goes unspoken these days, and sometimes i wonder if that tree in the woods really fell if i was the only witness. but maybe those "things" we hold close are the most real of all.