Fast Sunsets, Slow Mornings

I do like winter. Summer use to call, springtime too but this year’s fall had me finding different ways to stay warm and I’m taking them with me into winter. 

I don’t like the sunsets. I shouldn’t say that. I love the sunsets. I crave them. I see a clear day and I anticipate what the evening sky will be. When they come, they stop you in your tracks. They are there in front of you, vivid and bright and then behind darkening purple and gray clouds, they disappear in the blink of an eye. 

Photos of Sarah in the studio. I can’t remember if it was cool or warm that day but the tones feel like winter.