A white day full of muf­fled sounds. Almost every­thing a whisper.

The snow is still falling and the sky is the same strange yel­low as last night. Per­fect sym­me­try 12 hours later. It has been a night and day of quiet obser­va­tion. An occa­sional muf­fled voice heard with the crunch of boots on newly fallen snow. It is a joy to be so quiet on the inside too.

Still­ness.

These are the moments that inform the draw­ings I am cur­rently mak­ing. Four cur­rently on the wall and four prepped to go.