I was thrilled by the turn of the new year this year. I normally don't find New Year's eve to be big deal or reason for much celebration, but this year I welcomed my New Year's kiss with surprising fervor. I was in the valley for a midwinter getaway with my tall drink of water---Iain---when he surprised me by pulling out a bottle of champagne at the stroke of midnight. We were in the midst of a focused game of Scrabble when suddenly there he was, handing over a ceramic goblet of bubbly. There he was! Just like that. We toasted to new beginnings, to the start of something pretty incredible between us, to new experiences to come. I named my intentions for the new cycle aloud and he smirked at me with that side grin I am learning to know like my own hands. I laughed at myself and then beat the pants off him in Scrabble.
In the morning I took photos with my mind's eye. Slatted sunlight on a gentle sleeping face. Happy cheeks. The camera lay elsewhere, stone cold. The fire was down and took a little convincing before it too woke up and got to work. Coffee. We wandered through that snowy landscape he knows better than I do and I shot photos of the bush encased in ice. My kind of winter holiday.
I am terribly content and haven't laughed this much, if ever, in years. That's sign enough to keep going.
Bare naked faces. Nikon F2 // FP4 processed as Tmax 400