“bretzels,” as the french say

Every year during February vacation (and sometimes other vacations) Lillia makes pretzels with Mémé (my mother-in-law). Here are some photos from this year’s bretzel-making day.

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life in black & white // february

From “Woman at the Window,” by Theodore Deppe:

As in a waking dream, the iron glides down a sleeve
and there’s no tornado, only warnings and warm sun
on a young woman’s cheek and shoulder,
only the way the ordinary light of morning
ravishes her as she stares off
at something beyond the frame.

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waiting

From “Mean Free Path” by Ben Lerner:

I finished the reading and looked up
Changed in the familiar ways. Now for a quiet place
To begin the forgetting. The little delays
Between sensations, the audible absence of rain
Take the place of objects. I have some questions
But they can wait. Waiting is the answer
I was looking for.

When it is so cold outside that you literally cannot take a breath, winter is reduced to…

…waiting for spring.

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right now // lillia

Right now Lillia is working on finding her place in the world, drawing prolifically, enjoying The Lord of the Rings, and pining for winter snow.

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