I woke up yesterday to a world that had gone white and silent. The snow was wet, sticky, blanketing. The world was clean.

It felt soft, hidden, quiet. This week has been hard and loud and harsh. It felt like nature was giving what it could to ease that.

(Gilligan, the title is from “A Captive Audience” by The Velvet Teen. The full line is “make it go away like it never happened, like the author ran out of ink before you got to me”. I think it fits the sentiment of this week and the b&w pictures, yes?)