Snapshot, Dusk, Hunter Hill, March 18, 2013

Snapshot, Dusk, Hunter Hill, March 18, 2013

I had thought this an easy winter — few bitter days, not much snow: pleasant for sorting things.

Instead: monstrous.

Isolated.

Going through certain motions, cycles, moods, adjustments.

Waiting out the end of snow season.

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