Graffiti against remaining snow near the park adds welcome color to a dun and white world (that's snow at the bottom third of the photo). I'm reading Virginia Woolf's autobiographical writings in Moments of Being. She wrote that as a child she "walked to beguile the winter dullness" and along with her siblings made up stories that they added to "each in turn". I walk alone with my camera as an aide memoir and try to conjure up Woolf on a winter's day.
an unexpected something new
...windows letting in strange lights; and murmurs and spaces of deep silence. But somehow into that picture must be brought, too, the sense of movement and change. Nothing remained stable long.