
6th grade, almost age 12.
Seeing the world through my viewfinder.
6th grade, almost age 12.
Yesterday, I drove to the office downtown to attend an IT function over the lunch hour. My familiar views of the river from the office were obscured by the smoke from the Canadian wildfires, so of course I felt obligated to photograph them one more time.
Baxter is a climber, and he’s been finding some unorthodox ways to enjoy Cat TV lately. This window in our home office isn’t technically a designated cat perch, but Baxter doesn’t seem to care.
The dwarf irises have been above ground for at least a week now, visible through kitchen window, the but I only went looking for the crocuses out front this morning.
We’re expecting a few inches of wet, sloppy snow overnight, so I’m glad I haven’t done much spring cleanup yet.
Connor met his fellow black belt candidates at sunrise to begin fitness testing with a mile run. The weather was absolutely beautiful.