Wednesday, December 2, 2015


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

strangely comforting.

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.

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