now the warriors of winter,
they give a cold triumphant shout.
and all that stays is dying,
all that lives is getting out.
see the geese in chevron flight,
racing and cackling on before the snow
they've got the urge for going
and they've got wings, so they can go.
-joni mitchell
i wish it was winter here.
really. i miss it. it's not right when, even when the temperature dips below sixty degrees, the sprinklers still turn on. it's not right to be wearing heavy jackets in sixty-degree weather. in flagstaff, it was thirteen, all day. maybe i should move there. as if that will happen...
i am engaged, officially. meaning, i have the ring to prove it.
with the advent of my negative scanner whose name from this day on shall be sully (who was the minister of finances of henri IV in france actually) i have scanned several beautiful photographs. i have come to recognise fully what a fierce and unbending passion i have for photography, about how i want to do nothing else for the rest of my life. it hits me like a truck. i do not have passions, i remain indifferent to just about everything. but this! nothing makes me happier. i would do anything for it, so long as it put bread in my mouth and a blanket over my body at night.
bonne nuit.