“get rid of death. celebrate increase. make it be spring.”

those words were written by margaret atwood; they’re from her poem “February”. it’s about the yearning, being almost out of the leafless woods of winter. i’ve thought of this snippet every february since i knew of its existence— only this year i didn’t and i don’t know why. it wasn’t that i didn’t experience loneliness or seasonal depression, because i did. maybe to a larger degree than normal. but those feelings got me to write more and that’s what i wanted.

february also had these intense highs— singing karaoke for the first time ever, dancing to the 1975 in a half-empty room and walking home in the cold, copeland on valentines day, the potential promise of a new job i care about, the feeling of warmth that comes from being unexpectedly noticed, singing every word at a pinegrove show.

i saw a lot of cardinals in february, and i took a lot of photos. i don’t want to forget it. i don’t want to forget anything.


SHOT ON: canon sure shot 65zoom, with portra 800.

SHOT ON: canon sure shot 65zoom, with portra 800.