This weekend, we escaped to the countryside again. It’s only an hour from home, but the autumn is much further gone, and the cabin was really cold. It’s a kind of ritual, to light the candles, stoke the stove and get a fire going. Quickly, quickly, before you freeze to death.
Next project, dinner preparations. Violent ones!
Every time we’re here, I take pictures, and they’re always identical. Same thing, every time. And that’s what I love about it. The routine. Like a movie you’ve seen a hundred times.