Even though there's a hazy, beautiful, white sparkling frost coating everything outside, I'm not exactly rushing out with my camera to snap away. It's starting to get a bit ...old. Instead, I thought I'd post a few shots of my living room fireplace.
On Saturday night, I spent quite a bit of time staring aimlessly at the fire. A basic amount of reverie is required when you have a fire in your fireplace. It's a given. It always makes me feel very connected to the former inhabitants of this old place. It's one feature that we use in exactly the same way it was always used: warming purposes and dreaming purposes. And if you turn the lights off, the shadows reveal their ghosts. But only for a split-second, and then you can resume your aimless staring. I'm certain it's a well-established tradition in this old place, and one I am responsible for keeping up. And I take my responsibilities very seriously.