Chicago had its first real snowfall Saturday morning--the first worthy of shovel or broom, anyway. That didn't stop most folks from bundling up, trundling out and "enjoying" the weather. That would include me.
It stopped me. Except for a trip to buy some veggies and eggs at the farmer's market with Sheri, my ass stayed in bed! ;) Glad you got out to take these photos. xo
Saturday morning I awoke with a taste for Swedish Bakery's raisin-cinnamon scones. The view outside my 39th floor window was lovely, perfect for Christmas tree trimming and holiday decorating, which I planned to do later that day, but it was not so perfect for the long walk from my crib to Clark St. So, what did I do? I dressed warmly and walked to Swedish Bakery--humming Christmas tunes all the way. There was a woman in Andersonville aiming her camera at a snow-laden tree. That should make a lovely photograph, I thought. Then I thought of you and your trusty lens, bro. I had a feeling you and it would hit the street sometime during that day.
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It stopped me. Except for a trip to buy some veggies and eggs at the farmer's market with Sheri, my ass stayed in bed! ;) Glad you got out to take these photos. xo
Saturday morning I awoke with a taste for Swedish Bakery's raisin-cinnamon scones. The view outside my 39th floor window was lovely, perfect for Christmas tree trimming and holiday decorating, which I planned to do later that day, but it was not so perfect for the long walk from my crib to Clark St. So, what did I do? I dressed warmly and walked to Swedish Bakery--humming Christmas tunes all the way. There was a woman in Andersonville aiming her camera at a snow-laden tree. That should make a lovely photograph, I thought. Then I thought of you and your trusty lens, bro. I had a feeling you and it would hit the street sometime during that day.
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