poem by Dave Morrison The wind hisses through the trees like a great dark snake coiling around the house, patient and cool. The green leaves of summer are rattling brown husks, ghosts crouch on roof ridges and gnaw acorns, the dim glow of the streetlights looks like the lights of a sinking ship. “Let go,” […]

photographs and text by Lisa Dorr of Le Bouton Studio today i brought the camera with me. i try to walk ayer ridge road a few times a week. so pretty, and so quiet. look at these colors! xx