bri~: woke the morning up
bri~: from her lips i heard her say, can i have you?
bri~: when God left the ground to circle the world
bri~: Tradition
bri~: Springtime and the promise of an open fist
bri~: the power pole in its natural habitat
bri~: landscape listens
bri~: the trees want you back...
bri~: I am loving this tree today
bri~: birds and trees out my window on a flat winter day
bri~: memories will rust and erode into lists
bri~: untrimmable light
bri~: wandering in my backyard
bri~: hyde park
bri~: i hugged this tree for jamie
bri~: power poles and dead winter sky
bri~: Oh Sugarbowl, how I love you. Let me count the ways...