This will be short -- I think I caught my daughter's cold.
Better, I caught some gorgeous, winter light today. I spent the afternoon working on the same torn and folded pages from two nights ago, some since frozen.
Happily, my mind was filled with project ideas and pictures, not the plodding existential meanderings of Wednesday night.
These are a few, quick edits. More to come when I feel better.
An inquiry into what we choose to reveal and hide from the past.