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.