Ten thousand hours

There's something magical about watching a master at work. Masters make everything look easy. Fluid. Simple. Obvious. They leave you walking away thinking “I could do that!” only to leave you a quivering, whimpering, simpering mess after your first attempt.

Ten thousand hours

The beginning of the end

The days are getting longer. The sun is higher in the sky, shining a little warmer each day.

Nature’s circadian rhythm waxes and wanes, temperatures rise and fall, water molecules ebb and flow.

Winter is starting to release its icy grip. Hallelujah.

The beginning of the end