Thursday, January 29, 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
For a month with short days, the days have been bright this month. Not a lot of precipitation, and certainly not a lot of hope for enough snow on the mountain, but lots of time for long shadows and long walks on the weekend.
Ianto has made a good friend with the Sig, and it's great to sit and watch them alternate between play and Sig trying to avoid his frequent maulings.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
He's already grown by two times his original size in a a month,and a half and in that time, he's already become fair woven into the BurningFabric. I'm terribly glad to have him around to chase after me on hikes and to say hi to Stu the sheep in the mornings I get out late to work.
Friday, January 16, 2015
Thursday, January 15, 2015
It's hard to imagine how much light filters through the sky, even in this season of nine hour days, but for all of those nine hours, the sun is painting most of the earth in light even though we are getting the short end of the stick up here in the north right this minute. And as the clouds pass on their journey west, the best days are those when I remember to look up and see the sky; with clouds, the cold sun, or even dappled with stars.
Monday, January 12, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
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