25.4.15



















we're back from england
where we spent 10 days dismantling 
40 years' worth of memories
one of the hardest things to do
in terms of heart, 
especially saying goodbye to an old apple tree in bloom .   .       .











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12.4.15












the other day,
a phone portrait - spring at the confectioner's  .  .      .




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today, orthodox easter
with a light wind and a scent of citrus blossom

















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18.3.15






































how about ceramics,
my father had said .   .         .




there are freesias in the garden
(k says they're always out around my birthday)
and we saw poppies in the fields,





but 






















we also love the spring of weeds 
the ones we pick near the woods after school
to watch them burst their pods open
right here on our table.










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11.3.15



























tiny unglazed earthenware pinch pots -
i'm loving the feel of moist clay in my palms, between my fingers.
















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4.3.15
























some almond blossom for you as promised,
dear olga








there was pine and cedar and pops of white and pink
as we climbed towards the mountains this weekend

and winter was still clinging on at the top.









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24.2.15








as her doll, yuki

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miss acacia




carnival transformations   .  .    .    










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5.2.15
























the snowman's gift, still  .  .     .






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a. picked some spring in the park . .    .
already!









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