Miss Cabbage posted a link to this picture the other day.   I’ve gone back to it maybe 20 times.  It seems so sad and wintery to me.  And yet I could stare at it for hours.  The foreground is lovely, but I keep finding myself looking further into the background, like I will find something new there at each examination.

Indeed, it’s raining.  Again.  I enjoyed it immensely when I was laying in bed, under fluffy blankets, listening to it.  Now I need to walk up and get my car, and be motivated and get work done, and yet, I can’t seem to find that motivation. Of course I blame the rain. Heh.

This photographer did a series of strangers touching each other.  For some reason it’s making me tear up.