My grandma, Babulya, and I used to go to the circus every summer I spent in Kostroma. I haven’t been to an American circus, so I don’t have much to compare it to, but in Russia, the circus is a rich cultural tradition and showcase of talent, and an outing I eagerly awaited each time. … Continue reading
Category Archives: Musings
A meditation on coming home
When I left Minnesota in January for Costa Rica, I wasn’t completely sure what I would find. I will credit my time at Quail Springs Permaculture last year as the catalyst for the kind of trip I crafted, but I chose my ingredients carefully: Country? One without a standing army that seemed to hold the … Continue reading
Where the bells toll
It’s always the cities I find myself stopping in accidentally, on the way to another destination, that cast a certain kind of spell over me. Perhaps it’s because they’re the ones for which I hold the least preconceived notions. This is how it was with Barcelona, and so it was again a week ago with San … Continue reading
Photographs made, moments revisited
“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.” – Ansel Adams I made some photographs the other week. I made them with paper, chemicals, and light. It had been years since I’d used a darkroom, but with the acrid smell of developer and fixer wafted back memories of high school photo class, those first feelings … Continue reading
The onset of a season
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? – J. B. Priestley To be honest, the above sentiment … Continue reading
On endings
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.” ― Lauren DeStefano It’s one of those weeks when everything comes together in an uncanny way. Yesterday was the first day of autumn. To me, autumn … Continue reading
All things go, all things go
“We’re making borscht today,” my dad proclaims this morning. Caught off guard, I slowly agree, but remember I’m the one who requested to receive this knowledge upon my last tasting of the family recipe soup. And to be truthful, I can’t think of a better day to do it. ~ Ten years ago, around this … Continue reading