It's snowing and the meadow is gray and frosted. A warm fire and waffles make a cozy Sunday morning. I've decided that the red tray thing has to be like Haiku...seasonal. I think it's what makes a project like 3191 A Year of Mornings and the new 3191 A Year of Evenings work. The resonance with the photographs comes, at least partly, as a celebration of the present season.