It's like a lot of things actually. Like sleeping, or swimming, or exercising, or showering. I love the activity itself, I just hate getting started. I love sleeping, I just can't seem to drag myself to bed early. I love swimming, I just hate changing, driving to the pool, and then changing, getting wet, and all that fuss. And so it is with going outside. I enjoy time in the fresh air, but I hate getting out the door.
Well today I couldn't resist. I went outside.The sun was setting and it was casting beckoning rays on my window.
So I threw on my poor worn out pair of all-stars, and with camera in hand went outside.
Five minutes later I was back with rosy cheeks, messed up hair, shivering, but with eight photos.
I thought I'd share, three.
(Why so few minutes? Why so few photos? Because of this certain syndrome called "Won't obey my mother and bundle up to go outside, nor will I admit to be cold until I can't handle it anymore." Apparently I haven't grown out of that syndrome yet, and I was frozen to the core in five minutes so I came running back inside.)
Now... I'm not in habit of taking photos of people's homes. But I simply couldn't help this shot. I love this little house, on a neighboring street, and to see the sun favoring it and caressing it so, I couldn't help it.
Flying into the sunset ...
Happy Thursday everyone! Hope this first week of 2012 was a glorious foretaste of the wonderful year ahead.