The winter solstice occupies a deep rift in my soul. The spirit of the day and night wrests emotions and clarity unlike anything else of an inspirational mood. Astronomical shifts are wont to compel and vex, particularly out of the northern woods, where a suddenly perfect rivermouth sandbar unveils long, clean rights with only seabirds to witness. I took this photo several years ago during a cold journey of anxiety and heartbreak, of depression and wanderlust. Snow capped the coastal mountains and the solstice wind was offshore after a brutal night of weather. It was a fitting rebirth.

Norway Comes To Comoros.

The Coconut Confines.