is it just me, or does this week seem to be whizzing by? at this rate, i can’t even imagine how next week is going to go. i think having my aunt linn in town, coupled with the already-frantic pace of the holiday season, is adding to that time-flying feeling, but seriously: wow. i love this time of year — it’s my favorite, actually — but sometimes it feels a little like gasping for air.
but then i stumble across photographs like these, by anna aden, and they feel like the breath you take when you first walk outside on one of those silent, wintry mornings: crackling-cold and crisp and head-and-soul-clearing. lovely, lovely, lovely.