I guess I wasn't joking when I said I was easing into the new year. I've been quiet here, but these photographs are a bit of proof that, yes, January happened. These are photographs I took during the ordinary days of January, a month that seemed to creep along like the middle days of winter tend to. But now, looking back, the month disappeared in a flash. Just like always.
I've been in a recharging phase. A bit of painting, but mostly it's been a month of tidying and music and movies and books and writing and planning for the months ahead. Winter hibernation at its finest.