It's about four days past the last snow fall...that light, dry, fluffy stuff. Even though we hit near 50F yesterday, and there was a lot of melt, a cold white covering remains in the garden. I'm not displeased...I like to think of all the deep sleep the plants are getting. Of course, truth be told, I also think that maybe some noxious pest grubs are finding their demise as well.
Last night I sat with two friends watching the Wolf moon rise. It was clear and cold. We talked about what we wished to release this moon cycle. We shared our vulnerability. We bolstered each other in our desires for the future.
When I went to bed, I looked out to see the shadows of bare trees against the snow, illuminated by the moon.
Below find a couple more Holga images from when the snow had freshly fallen, and a glimpse of the full moon rising taken last night with my iPhone...