Another year ending. A walk through the snow to the lake and around in my new snow boots. Nice to know even at 40 below my feet will be warm. A quiet frenzy of days without work and tasks to do.
Trying to find my creative space after a year of job madness taking all of my time and energy.

Nailed a few barn boards back on the gray barn. Maybe get another year out before residing. I miss the warm weather when I can beat away the day murdering vines or clearing brush. Shoveling snow somehow does not quite do the same. Though plenty to shovel.