Rosemary Kirstein

The boreal forest, just before the trees end…

I have this strange impulse to go north. My father had it, too. “I’m going to Labrador,” he used to grouse when he felt particularly miserable in his later years.

The older I get, the more I want to go north.

looks like equinox to me.

I imagine that the air is clearer there. And the sky is surely bigger.

and distant mountans

North is still there, even though I’m still here… I think I’ll visit it next year.

This is one of my oldest Darlene scarfs

The real thing