chasing jack

in the bush for the weekend, before anyone else awoke still peacefully slumbering from a late night mulled wine flavored bonfire, i snuck outside to the garden to chase jack amongst the lingering frost. 


the night had been cool outside & the temperature had dropped to around -4 degrees celcius. inside the cabin it was toasty warm. the morning magic hour lived up to its name only inhibited by the inadequacy of this humble mobile phone for capturing its true beauty. still.