photography – Stephanie Springborn

It happened overnight..

I looked to the work ahead of me with a soul that had waited my whole life to be fifty-seven…

The planes flew in, Sunday morning at 7:55am. It was the season of Advent.

Please, please “give a hoot.” The gifts of the season are not always the prettiest or most convenient…

In a world of stock markets and business results, the power of romantic self-awareness..

When I read, at home in the woods…

The concept of rest, I think, is the mental jump in the kaleidoscope of fallen leaves..

A fin. I saw a fin. I pulled and reeled. “Just keep doing what you are doing.” I had no idea what I was doing…

Up ahead lie my lake of ghosts and memories. “Papa,” I whispered into the lake’s breeze.

And my foot stepped to the end of the point, my toe reached behind to swivel back…

I saw from myself, after waves of the past and all of the new roads ahead, a smile windowed from my soul…