Photos from yet another beautiful day some weeks ago.
Sometimes I wonder how I can be this discontent so often on a planet with so much beauty. Does it make me ungrateful? It’s not like I don’t appreciate it, but it’s hard to remember that feeling of awe when you’re sitting home alone staring into a wall.
We disappeared into the woods around dusk that day and walked a very well known path down to the sea. It had been so freezing cold that the waves were like slush ice.
The consistency was all thick like mush and I find it fascinating.
I bet that if you went for a swim in this… it would be like bathing in ice crystals.
