The Placeholder

This apple has been sitting here alone on this unpublished website for a couple of months, with the word “test” underneath it. I just wanted a little placeholder content here so that I could try out different themes and agonize over what to say for myself. Well, apple, you are long gone — maybe picked by a passing bicyclist or relished by little worms — and I am just now getting around to bringing in a few words to keep your perfect avatar company.

I remember taking this picture. On my way home from a hike one late summer morning I drove past this lone, wild, rambley old apple tree that grows on the edge of the woods on the side of my road. It was so pretty and perfect, and I love to look at the funny space, the joint where the branch turns into the apple, the way I love to linger in the hanging space between an in-breath and an out-breath. When does one become the other? Is it only ever one thing at a time?