Cold. That is all.

It’s cold, that’s what it is. Cold. :: Loftus // DC // No flashIt’s cold. It’s cold outside, and it’s cold in my apartment. I do have a heater and it’s cranked to the highest heat setting possible. Yet despite this, it’s a lousy 18° inside. I call that poor. And mysterious. In fact, I call that cold when it’s 18° outside.

It was so cold on the weekend that I was inspired to write ‘COLD!’ in the condensation on the window. I felt like a heroine out of a Charles Dickens novel or something.

Actually, the truth is the condensation was caused by the steaming laundry on the clothes airer – which I had placed plum in front of the heater. It did make a nice photographic effect though – a bit like the Vaseline-on-the-lens trick of yore.

Excuse me while I go put on my fingerless gloves and peer pathetically through the window into my neighbour’s cosy sitting room …

Condensation :: Tejas // Rock BW-11 // No flash