flicker

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.