And to be honest I don't know.
The week in pictures,
|A poorly boy. Again.|
And even the pictures I do take seem to me to somehow highlight what I don't know about taking pictures. And to lack more than anything. They certainly don't inspire and excite me they way they used to.
|Before the cold set in.|
It's not that I have nothing to say, but more the beauty spins by so fast I don't have time to even try and grasp or capture it. The dizzy carousel of life I am on is just that bit too fast, it has run away from me
and I lost some things along the way.
|Busy little hands at work.|
Our time away from the world was lengthened.
|What I found one morning.|
I listened to music that made the snow fall, I watched films that gently pulled the blankets higher and tighter around us,
and the snow fell. The snow fell. And the snow fell.
Like an endless slumber we went under, we slipped away from the world...
I have thought and thought about it, and no, I am not ready to give up Milkmoon. I don't think so. But I do wonder if, or how I can make all these pieces of mine fit...