When you have a tiny baby your boundaries contract. My horizon stretched about as far as our back yard for a couple of weeks.
I became fascinated by the melting of a cute snowman built by my little nephew on a visit in the snow. It was a sterling effort with lavender stalks for eyes, a mini carrot for a nose, and paintbrushes for arms. Documenting its gradual disappearance over several days was rather therapeutic for me.Read More›