January 2026
January 31, 2026
I love overhead shots of small vegetation that look like aerial shots of big vegetation.
Writing by candlelight in the morning before the sun comes up is definitely a winter thing.
No other month pulls off pale beauty quite like January.
Liquid puddles at -20 are a novelty. The miracle of salt water.
It’s as if the tree has a hundred hands all reaching out to say pick me, pick me.