The days are short and what daylight we have is dimmed by rain clouds. And so we huddle under artificial lights, listening to the wind howling outside, and we dream. Not only big dreams, but middling and insignificant dreams too. There is time enough during these long winter nights for all of them.
In the spring, where shall I put the nature lodge that I have? Where would be the best position in the garden to place this des-res for the bees and other buzzing things?
What promise does this bulb contain within it? Will I have the competence to succeed with the photographic technique that I have in mind for it?
“Nothing happens unless first a dream.” ~ Carl Sandburg