Deeply overcast day. Perfect for making tiny worlds inside worlds with rich green moss, fresh from the forest.
Terrariums: my interest in these little jars of life seems somehow tied up with my recent questions over work and our future. It is as if I can let myself imagine a series of different worlds — each completely contained. While my fingers are occupied with tiny bits of moss and lichen, I sift through possibilities in my mind and envision a half-a-dozen different paths. How can I be simultaneously so centered and so utterly unsure?
(From a piece I wrote in January 2015, before we knew that little Wallace would be joining our family.)