between work and building our house, patrick doesn't often come home until very late evening. so for most of the day, this is the company i keep. three dogs, a camera and a house with unpredictable light. january vacillates between bright white light and a blue grey veil with none of the warm yellows of the summer. the misty mirror was found in this house by the previous owner, and i am torn between leaving it in its home, or taking it with us. part memory, part love of the cloudy speckled silver.
i'm very used to life here. it's hard to wrap my head around such a big change. you know?