Grey-sky days in the dead of Winter. And as creatures of habit, we naturally mirror the mood and wear the cold New England weather on our backs like a wet, heavy wool coat. I have a strong disdain for February—more so than any other month—and for no shortage of reasons. But all things considered, this one was oddly pleasant.

In recent years I’ve slightly fallen out of love with photography on a personal level, but have found more enjoyment in other things. My logic is that I’ve made it “work”, and it ultimately is. Lugging around multiple lenses, a big bulky camera bag & sitting down to edit after working all day has felt extremely cumbersome & uninspiring. I hate to admit that there has been little desire to shoot photos unless it’s directly attributed to earning a living.