The winter fog rolled in today. You could breathe the essence of winter. It was cold and thick and you could feel your lungs fill with the misty air.
I sat in a park and sketched people, a fountain, wrote some notes for my photo shoot tonight but it didn’t quite work out the way I planned.
My first attempt was the fog outside, I love how the mist makes halos of the street lamps. It looked more like Halloween than Christmas if it weren’t for the blues and reds of holiday lights.
I felt like I had cheated as the other night I shot the lights in the front yard so I shot the lights of the tree. I wanted to capture just one ball with a bit of the play of light.
I’m trying hard to get into the spirit this year. Maybe it’s because my son is finding his path and I’m seeming more irrelevant by the day but last night we decorated the tree and went to the movies.
It’s just been a strange few weeks. I am in the midst of a avalanche of a changing life and I watch the rocks rise and fall over me. I can decide to climb out or lick my wounds, I choose to climb but I’m just now getting my bearings.
I will have a wonderful Christmas because I want to, it’s not an option otherwise. It’s just these days are slipping by so quickly lately. Merry Christmas too and too all a happy new year.