It’s a shame that when I type that title, a phrase I’ve always considered lovely and representative of the best of these days, I have to wonder if I am being politically correct. I certainly don’t mean to offend. To me Indian Summer are the last days I can go barefoot, the days when I are planning for how to make it through one more Colorado winter, one more tropical trip in the offing, and then MKL trying to figure out how to combine houses…somewhere. Kelsea and I used the time today (much to her chagrin) to try once again to get a good senior picture for her. I’m a good enough photographer that I feel I should be able to do this, and there are some that will do, but none that I am completely thrilled with. Still, the choice is up to her, as most of her choices are these days. This is the spot we chose for both sessions – though her shots, for the most part, include her beloved truck, and in some cases, a random duck that we made friends with. MKL and I snuggled in late this morning. I made bacon and egg sandwiches, much to the chagrin of my still-tempermental stomach, and I realized that I actually do know how to not work for two consecutive days. Go me! Hope you had a happy weekend.

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Outside of Lyons, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” — Anais Nin

Daily gratitudes:
Our Mohawk duck friend
A rare treat of a chocolate shake
Kelsea
Love
Snuggles