Superbowl Sunday, and this is Not a Football Related Post

Instead, this is a post about my trek in the cold snow, to take photographs! I did most of my chores, pulled on my jacket and grabbed a spare pair of batteries. First, I shot mum's puppy as she ran around like a complete fool in the snow. After I put the dogs in, I trudged through our yard, and then made my way down the street. I was outside for an hour and a half total, taking photographs today. I startled some ducks (and they startled me) at a bridge, and I waved, or at least smiled, to as many cars that passed as I possibly could. Sort of like a "Thank you, for not hitting me," kind of deal. I even had time to walk along train tracks for a bit. But, then I went home, a mixture of memories and not being able to feel my toes.
[I got home and felt the need to re-life the memories. And, It's funny, going back and reading all your old blog posts. You see things you remember, and things you don't. And, you realize in the moment, you only see what you want to see. You think someone is working for your best interest, when such actions were nothing compared to their actions, minimizing you and trying to leave you behind.
Oh, and then there is the pain, reading about a past best friend. You loved them like the sister you never had, and you feel lonely again, wishing to go back in time a year. To where you had someone coming over, and someone to bounce ideas off of. But, then you remember the hard times. When they tried to take credit for your ideas, when they used you and ignored your feelings. They made you miserable and didn't bat an eyelash. Self-absorbed people should wear nametags, so I don't keep making friends with them.]
So, I've spent some time going through the photos, posting them to deviantart and redgage. As always, I would love you forever if you'd click the thumbnails and take a full-sized look.

Now, I may go watch the superbowl.... or watercolour.

Loves,
Sarah