It's Sunday afternoon, snowy and cold. We had spicy sausage, kale, and potato soup for lunch. My hellish homework for the week is done. I've got Jeffrey Foucault playing. And I have a moment to post this beautiful Polaroid I made at Little Redfish Lake back in August.
It's been five months since our trip, but it's still fresh in my mind. I think about it often: that late summer sunshine, the cool, clear lake, those rugged peaks, the wildfire smoke. Idaho. I plan to live there someday, so I can be nearer places like this.