drmstream[writing]

a place for things that don't have a place elsewhere

Tinsel in the Spring melt

At Christ­mas we would put sil­ver tin­sel on the tree. We’d toss the tree in the woods out back come Jan­u­ary. In the Spring thaw, the tin­sel would run down the rivulets of snow melt like sil­ver ser­pents. This pic­ture brings that memory back.

When the story you uncover doesn’t fit with what you expect

Here’s how I work: I’ve got a long project under­way that takes focus and energy. To keep my mind lim­ber and my imag­i­na­tion at play, I explore dis­trac­tions in short bursts. I’ll write a story, mull an idea, research a set of images or some idle ques­tion. These are amuse­ments. All the while, I’ve got […]