The photographer does a study of his journey with depression. Beautiful, dark, barren landscapes with himself as the lone alien center. Though his work is more abstract than what I tend to look at, the images are
Later I sit on the porch and watch as deer look for food in my front yard. And I think if I am still enough, quiet enough, I can
be invisible here.
Today I am grateful for this time of year. For the cold, the dark, the insanity. For how we find being alone was what we wanted, needed in those moments.