Wednesday, February 3, 2010


It snowed last night, and once again left Lancaster city in this quiet quilt of fluff. Snow falling has always been my favorite sound, the sound of nothing that muffles everything else. It's best out in the country where you can really start to feel like no one else in the world is alive. Holga cameras capture that haunting solitude perfectly:

Sources, in order: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.