a dust brother

i awoke this morning to snow obscuring the sky and dusting the roads. it was the first white morns in new york city this year and as i lay on my couch, half asleep, a quarter on the way to a dream and the other twenty five thinking about an idaho russet potato i had sitting in the kitchen, i decided to spend my day cleaning out a room that was long overdue.

reluctant had i been for some time, knowing that on the other side of the boxes and bags, dust and dirt, was a short hop through days of my life, right there in a pile, gathering dust.

i cleaned for 8 hours, organized and sorted and even made some time to cook a pot of kala chana, which four hours later is still simmering and stewing.

through the day i came across some wonderful photographs and even had one ready to share. but that image didn't seem to have a negative with it, so instead i picked these three...

love and health to all...