Figuring out that the world was black and white, and cold through fall, winter and spring, and only green from June to August, left again in snow, white to white to white.
Watching the chicken grow and run the yard at Easter, with eggs of green and red and painted stripes, us hanging upside down from the branches of the crabapple tree in the front, to watching the deer being prepped in the garage, with big white cloths stretched across the floor.
The big green Christmas tree in the front window, the sidewalk being a race track just wide enough for two bikes, and the street, covered in snow and snows snow, on top of snow, where you ride your sled at break neck speeds, pulled behind that old blue truck, and slip and slide forever.
That tiny house, so full of love, that tiny space white as snow, that big window in the front looking out on life, and life looking in on us, looking out.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Hayley Westwood
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