Miss Cabbage posted a link to this picture the other day. I’ve gone back to it maybe 20 times. It seems so sad and wintery to me. And yet I could stare at it for hours. The foreground is lovely, but I keep finding myself looking further into the background, like I will find something new there at each examination.
Indeed, it’s raining. Again. I enjoyed it immensely when I was laying in bed, under fluffy blankets, listening to it. Now I need to walk up and get my car, and be motivated and get work done, and yet, I can’t seem to find that motivation. Of course I blame the rain. Heh.
This photographer did a series of strangers touching each other. For some reason it’s making me tear up.