November 30, 2016 - January 31, 2017

Emily Palmquist’s newest series is composed of those very bones, an intimate observation of the mesa she has inhabited for the passing of nearly three winters. The seasons transform with the interchange of birds and wildflowers, the various state and movement of water, a hen’s first egg and her last feather. Winter leaves the fence lines buried up to their ears slowly emerging with spring. Summer’s leaves turn brown and dry just in time for the winds of fall to blow them bare. The days are stitched together with tracks in the snow, rain clouds pulling low against the valley, and another dead vole at my threshold.