Vox Hunt: Cooling Off
Show us something cold.
I took this on my birthday, which is toward the end of January and squarely in the Capricorn-Aquarius cusp. I kind of like where the twenty-second of January is situated. It's one of those unforgiving dates that nobody should really be born on. There's something about it that drives its citizens to great heights of madness: Lord Byron, Gregori Rasputin, Francis Bacon, and a bunch of other notably crazy people. I fit right in.
