day 59 Morning snow, afternoon sun. I watched the ice patterns etch their way into the windowpane day after day. Yesterday, star clusters, today plumed feathers. More news about Paris, possibly two hostage situations. “Today, when you take a pen to paper in Paris, you can get killed.” Elsewhere too, though our shock lies in the west. The boys carried on, one with markers, the other with dishes, unaware. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.