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It's no secret 'round here how I feel about winter. And snow.
Is it?
Is there anything better than bundling up in 97 layers of coats and shirts and scarfs and hats and shades and boots and socks and trudging out to meet the white, sometimes wet, world?
My dad always YELLS that I only like it because I don't have to shovel it or drive in it. I think he's wrong. And we'll likely NEVER find out since leaving a well-paying profession for one in which I may never even find a job pretty much guarantees I'll never have a house or a car. (Not that I would have had them with the other job either. I prefer to spend my money on other things.)
I do prefer to get my nature in citified doses for the most part. This big ole field that could be ANYWHERE but is actually right smack in the middle of innercity Chicago is just my style.
So there ya go. Some shots I took in December but finally got developed today. I'm oh so pleased with them. Indeed.
Comments
love these shots. the goose looks like he's running like hell.