it is inconceivable to me that we are two weeks from 2008
a glacial december night laden with mist and almost unreal stillness. photographing it felt like blasphemy or prayer: I cannot decide which yet.
I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow, and shan't be back until the new year. I had the best of intentions to dispatch my usual round of homemade Christmas/New Year cards, but the upheaval of moving house and other related distractions have made this impossible. I'm loath to send out manufactured cards -- a matter of principle, dammit, I refuse to participate in Christmas consumerism -- but if you have no such reservations & would like a card from me (from Paris!) email me your home address & I will see what I can do. no guarantees.
inconceivable. where has 2007 gone?