Morning fog by the reservoir
Eleven frames of grey on grey, and why going out early is the whole point.
Notes
Short pieces about walks, film, and ordinary mornings. 6 so far.
2026
Rain on the window, again
A grey week, a fogged-up pane, and learning to like the view through it.
Notes on a second roll of Portra
Overexposing on purpose, warm walls, and too many bicycles.
The last ferry home
Forty minutes on deck, a lavender sky, and nowhere else to be.
A quiet desk
Fewer windows open, fewer reasons to switch between them.
Tea before the day starts
Ten minutes, one cup, and the kitchen before anyone else is awake.
