Hibernation is behind me. Spring is near.
A friend's Bernese Mountain dog recently ate a whole gopher straight from it's burrow on Garbage Hill. From sleeping spot to dog belly, talk about a rude awakening. Does this signify an endless winter? That is what it feels like today.
Moped season is so close I can nearly taste exhaust.
Around these parts, the littlest Leo grows and so do I.
Projects standstill, as does the river of peace within. What is next?
Here is a look in. Cameras lie around at ready. The images below were shot on oldie goldie slide film from the 90's. Graintown grit untouched as they come. I had them cross processed, a request placed when a color burst is necessary. Oddly enough, this roll came back rather muted considering the process. A fair reflection of the season thus far.