writer. photographer. drinker of coffee.
I can hear it before I even open my eyes for the morning. It’s like walking by a stadium; thousands of rowdy voices clamoring together. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sit up on my knees in bed and peer through the dusty screen out across our cold, grey backyard. In the distance, I…
Good morning! It's a bright, cold day in Seattle, and the birds are loving it. They have already nearly decimated the seed I filled up on Sunday! I decided it was time to snap some real shots of these guys, not iPhone photos through a dingy kitchen window. I set up my camera and tripod…
Anna A. Snook 