I'm thinking about a new project this year: "Roots of reggae" - getting down to Kingston and checking out what's beyond the dreadlock-sunshine-ganja trinity. Just one of the 70 000 ideas that cross the human mind on an average day, of which 69 999 are forgotten instantly. We'll see. Maybe I'm just longing for sunshine and ganja and try to deceive myself.
Until then, long winter nights are good for editing old photographs.