Day 317. How long have they been locked together, dancing this slow dance until the end of it all?
Day 308. I trudged through the snow to my knees (which if I’m honest was actually kind of fun) to get to the lake. I just wanted to see what was in there, under the frost. Beneath the surface…
Day 307. They snake across the ground like exposed veins, which I suppose they are, of a sort. Makes me careful where I tread, at least for a short while.
Day 306. More from Cradle Mountain. I find myself thinking of this beautiful place a lot these days… a little escapism is a good thing, surely?
Day 303. Cradle Mountain, knee-deep snow. Funny how something so simple can still make me so happy… maybe I just haven’t grown up yet!
Color my life with the chaos of trouble.
Day 300 (!!!). And just another lonely path shot… but you decide – is it the end of the path, or only the beginning?