Mid Winter Day Dreams

At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try.

F.Scott Fitzgerald, The Diamond as Big as the Ritz


Layla Jean Kerley, skier and muse, shares several drawings from her imagination: the winter imagination, when the soul is like a conifer bearing its cones with the strength of a persistent calm.


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