Another photographless post. I won't make this a habit. I just climbed up a snowy hill on a freezing cold night (-12C) to watch the Quadrantid meteor shower. I saw some shooting stars, but now I'm almost convinced it was my eyes playing tricks, since we actually looked in the wrong direction to see the Quadrantids. Nevermind, the night was gorgeous. The moon so yellow and lazy, stretching over the city lights. It was worth the climb and the frozen toes. I ran on the way back, greeted the new year with a little howl. Felt so very much alive.
I'm starting this new year of bookbinding adventures with the making of a small full leather book. Working with leather is like going back home. I should go home more often. I think we all should, don't you think?