“In our society any man who does not weep at his mother's funeral runs the risk of being sentenced to death.” — Albert Camus
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
snow, March 23, 2016, Denver
The following is a photo essay in muted palette to sooth your nerves and calm your troubled mind. At least cover them in a blanket of detail erasing freezing cold crystal fuzz. The shots are all taken in thirty seconds standing inside with door open to the terrace.