By Patrick La Roque
I'm searching for words that aren't coming. The snow's falling, finally, enough of it to cover the brown and beige monotony of the past month. 2022 is almost over and yeah, it was slow around here. I'd love to pinpoint a reason, but I confess to being at a complete loss. Is it fatigue? A less urgent need to express ourselves on a regular basis?
When I saw Bert's post a week ago I immediately picked up my camera and walked around our house, now fully decked out for the holidays. It felt right. Maybe not as essential as it once did, but comforting. A beginning, at least.
Wishing you all the very best.
More inspiration, more awe, more love.
