Winter at Prior Lake
This morning I walked out to Prior Lake to catch the sunrise. At this time of year, the sun barely climbs above the horizon, painting the snow in shades of pink and gold.
The ice was thick enough to walk on, and the stillness was complete. No wind, no sound except the occasional creak of ice settling.
Book Notes: The Overstory
Reflections on Richard Powers’ novel about trees, time, and interconnection.