life at the 45th parallel- psychological survival of the fittest

I love this truck, it says-weathered by the elements- prepared for anything-

I am currently living on double espressos with cod liver oil chasers (for the vitamin D, silly)
someone once told me" winter is a time to go inwards, for self reflection"
You mean like how a bear goes inwards, sleeping all the time?
this person no longer lives here

pulling back, hunkering down, going inward

closing off, laying low,
time for self reflection

winter brings it on

like a blanket of silence

patches of monochromatic colors

paths beaten down, then sealed in ice

animals taking on winter coats

glassy pools deep amber in shades

there is nothing and at the same time

there is everything

stillness, then

the abyss

skyscraper

A lovely home with a view, privacy abounds, sun infused rooms, great room has open feel