Dutchman's Breeches on Film


The Photograph


My backyard in Bellaire, Michigan


The Story

I was as a fairy tip toeing amongst sun warmed soil. Delicate lacy leaves swaying overhead, shifting the light in swaths of shadow and sun. High on fleshy white stems, like the necks of monolithic serpents, tower swollen blossoms. Their plump curving forms present a succulent delight for the spring pollinators. I rest within a hollow of Earth. Rooting my fingers through grains of sand and stone, sinking in, connecting to, this place. I am alive to spring's awakening.