it’s cold, wet and dark, and mold is sneaking into a few corners, despite our bleach-infused efforts to tame it. i don’t like to whine about the weather, but i can feel it chilling my bones and damping my enthusiasm… i’m dreaming of warm sunny days, and keeping the image of these blue skies in my head as a way to make it through this cruel january.
more photos from the holga, here.