I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/ For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/ But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[T.S. Eliot]

and then he fell in love with time lapse photography. Here is our apartment, downstairs, overnight.

I find it really beautiful — the sinuous way the light moves. And the moment where there’s light but not quite enough yet, and the camera hasn’t found a way to focus, like it has good, tender things to teach me.