A tree fell on my house a few weeks ago.

At least we have plenty of firewood now.

They got wet in the snow today.

So. Close.

Melt at the barest hint of warmth.

For all the bounty and memories, I thank thee.

Last Friday.

A snowy night on Centre Street.

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I need to shoot more medium format.

Antler-branch.

Snow on the ground, breath hanging in the air, rosy cheeks.

Let’s go on a walk, just like this.