It’s been a while since I photographed my plaster figures. They seem to be miffed at each other. Snow traces delicate spirals through my fields of vision. It doesn’t seem noncommittal so much as full of import – as if there is something in their downward spiral to be decoded if only I knew how.

Finn and I had a long walk before it started. Now he has his bone and I have my laptop and we both have the fire.

A very nice first Monday.