Once a year, when the weather turns cool, we retreat to a cabin. High atop a mountain, surrounded by trees, far from everything.
With leaves crunching under grey autumn skies, we head inside and settle for the weekend.
No computers, no cell phones, no plans. It's a time to relax, reconnect, a break from the routine.
Mornings are slow. A fire is started. Coffee is made. Then made again. One by one we meet around the table.
Happy and full, we move closer to the fire. Conversation slows. Night falls.
Merry Christmas from all of us at Kinfolk.
01. Tim Robison