It is winter proper; the cold weather, such as it is, has come to stay. I bloom indoors in the winter like a forced forsythia; I come in to come out. At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear; I reap the harvest of the rest of the year's planting.

--Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

Documentary Photographs by my husband, who lives in this cold, cold house with me, who goes and splits wood for our warmth, who keeps me warm in more ways than this one. (Thank you darling, thank you.)