Catin in the city

摘要

It was a damp, misty day when I climbed the path toward the rustic cottage, rocks glistening as wet birches spattered my jacket each time the wind stirred their branches. I clutched my camera to my side and followed the winding path through lush foliage and grasses, dotted with only the occasional patch of flowers, until I reached the front door. You'd take my destination for a remote North Shore cabin, not an urban garden on a small city lot in Minneapolis.