Really, there will be some color in this world and on this blog at some point, but today I like this composition -- a snow-bedecked car reflecting the small fence around a tree pit.
I hadn't realized how proud I was of managing to keep track of what day it was during these long, long months of lockdown until two Friday holidays in a row completely screwed up my sense of time even more than it was already screwed up. Thursday felt like a Friday. Friday felt like Saturday. I know today's not Sunday but it doesn't feel like Saturday, either.
Considering everything that's happened -- and continues to happen -- in this world, this is oddly unsettling.