Winter Days
Love is experienced as attention. And taking pictures is one of the ways I give myself my own attention.
The paperwhites have bloomed and begun to topple over. Dirt scattered over the old brown table. The handmade wooden flowers found at the thrift shop slip into place on the shelf by the window, where the paperwhites stood. The days are cold and skies mostly gray. But not too cold for long drives in the car or patches of blue sky or hidden gems.