We are deep in the clutches of winter.
Extreme cold.
Lots of white.
Sun at times so blinding.
I go out only occasionally,
bundled up as if a child,
layers on layers,
but always with a camera.
There is beauty even in the whiteness.
I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within. Lillian Smith
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