This industry these economics these magazines these marvel comics the next time haley’s comet comes I’ll be turning 93 and telescopes don’t tell lies and galaxies don’t give advice they’re busy growing colder, growing older just like me
I don’t get too many chances to photograph snowy landscapes, both because we don’t get a lot of it every winter, and because the cold is less than inviting. Here’s an old house in my hometown anyway, the tree behind me casting its shadow upon the facade. If you look carefully, you can also see the shadow of my camera and tripod.
Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Appreciate your friends. Continue to learn. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.