I feel like there should be a slow drizzle happening this morning. A calm pattering of rain or, preferably, snow flakes against my newly-trimmed office window. The weekend was a great one, as weekends filled with awesome friends, family birthdays and hours of pie baking should be, and today I feel content and a touch-bit lazy. Like a lay on the couch in the middle of the day and curl up with a good book or a great movie {or both!} kind of day. Monday. Love and hate. Every week.

In other news, we watched the original Ocean’s Eleven last night. Circa 1960, featuring the Rat Pack and a few other choice actors, I thought the movie was hilariously excellent. Old movies crack me up. However, I seem to be missing the link between the original and the 2001 remake featuring George Clooney and Brad Pitt. Anyone? But, seriously, how smooth is Sammy Davis Jr.? I would have rocked in that era. Give me a bit of soulful jazz any day of the week…

Eee O Eleven?! Ugh, you’re killing me, smalls!

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Back to the task at hand.

While I long for sunshine, long walks outside in the warm breeze, gardening and the smells of earth, I’m enjoying the slowness of this season. Long coffee-drinking mornings, hours of folding laundry while the temperature steadily declines outside, the constant hum of the office space heater. Thick socks. Day dreams. Low-key stations on Pandora. Brisk walks with the pup before surrendering to the weather and cuddling inside again.

Plus, I get to reminisce of better weather days with sessions like this…

Sessions that I’ve only shared bits and pieces of.

Because I like to hog them all to myself.

He’s one of my favorites. And, therefore, so are his images.

Born of collaborative think-tank between him, me and his mother {and some good points from my dad}; the Reading Tree.

 

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And then things got interesting.

After shooting for hours, taking a break for delicious burgers, we continued to throw ideas back and forth.

We came up with these.

I like it.

A lot.

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