Magnolias, best viewed from below, in my humble opinion.
Well, I can’t say I didn’t ask for it.
Happy almost winter solstice. Even if it’s about to be unseasonably warm outside, it’s feeling like a winter wonderland inside this cozy nest I call home.
I don’t know how babies do it, but they always seem to top their previous adorableness. Of course it’s not hard to see where this gal gets her good looks and fun personality from.
Those eyes though.
After a brief but tortuous broken-camera scare, I am happy to have my fifth limb back in action again. And happy for two new additions blooming in my tiny city garden. And happy to be basking in the loveliness that is azalea season.
καιρός (n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement
The rate at which spring rushes in makes me anxious. In a good way. More magnolias.
I’ve been waiting for someone to come along and want photos in Garfield Park, just a few blocks from where I live. Rachael and Frank made that dream come true for me. Well it didn’t disappoint. I think we basked in the very last of the fall leaves. And the last beautiful moments of Rachael’s pregnancy.
There’s something really beautiful happening outside right now. I feel giddy.