Turning to look back, it's hard to see it from here, tucked in the town below: the hospital where we've spent much of the last five weeks alongside Dad, being with him through a fractured pelvis and multiple crises since. He is still very poorly ...
There are few days of golden light left, for twelve miles higher up we've already had the first snow at home ...
No scrapbooking or work on photobooks to share ... But I do think of you all often and hope to be able to catch up with you soon. Warmest good wishes, Alexa.