I begin this new year without a plan.
Without a list.
Without a clear direction.

Been thinking about my past. My beginnings. My origins.
Camera...film...a closet-sized darkroom.
Hours and hours spent waiting and watching an image becoming.

And - it snowed.
Impossible. Unheard of. In these record-breaking sub-zero temperatures.

After it all - it's so quiet.
Empty.
So much I think I want to do...to accomplish...to experiment with...to grow in to.

But then - here I am. I am here.
Living in those beginnings.

The universe is speaking....reminding me of the magic that happens.
Still.
In this quiet. In that simplicity.
In the shades of grey and black and white....in an oversaturated world of color.