When this post goes live I'll be back from the semi-arid Southwest, returned from my little retreat from the Minnesota winter. The Weaver and I have a recurring discussion about where we'd live if money was no object: the desert, the sea side, a tropical island, perhaps Scandinavia. The deal-breaker for me would be any place without an abundance of fresh water. Mosquitoes aside, there is no place I'd rather be than in a small canoe in some reedy swamp, a place full of slimy life.
The primordial ooze.
A quiet symphony of aromas.
A minimalistic soundtrack.
Getting in touch with my inner amphibian.