monday macro

We haven’t received the amount of snow we usually get by this time of the year. I’m not sure what this means for the summer, but I believe I can already smell the smoke. My…

The sun crests the horizon in the east. Casting it’s glow on the cement structure on the right.

The look of a companion after a long day of taking care of your sick sister. Chica the Malinoix-mix rests her head on the bannister. It doesn’t seem comfortable to me, but it does provide…