I spent the last day of the year in the park with my camera. There's something very soothing about the sharp contrast of the snow against the clear blue sky. That kind of white light is almost blue and always ruthless but also magic in that it makes us more aware of our standing with both feet on a planet spinning at 100,000 km an hour, every hour, around the Sun.
Here's to a grounded but always dreaming New Year.
And the sun sets on my street: