El Primer Paso de la Primavera
Watercolor, ink
Soy de Minnesota, el lugar de invierno. there is winter but there is also rebirth. the ground thaws rapidly under the spring sun, and by the end of April, green shoots of grass are growing faster than you can run, and taller than your father when you were a child. The soil is blacker than the night was a few months ago. the first barefoot steps of spring are a ritual of renewal as old and older than my ancestors, who first weathered the winter to reap the rewards of Minnesota's prairie.
