Shivering, I crouched down to capture a photo of a pine cone, nestled in the grass at my feet. I wish I could capture for you the aroma that rushed up to meet me as I bent down, a mixture of wet earth and the sweet scent of decaying leaves. Until technology has been invented that allows for the capture and transportation of scent, however, I will have to make do with what I have. Pictures and words. When I looked at the pictures I took for this week’s blog post, and I couldn’t help but feel a cold twinge of disappointment deep in my gut. Where were the glossy…