My self-imposed photography/writing break is coming to a close, but I cheated a little and went back to the West Virginia archives to rescue the one above. I loved the red hair against green grass, and how the deep colors only intensify my paleness (I love my pale skin, even though I’m always surprised to see how pale I really am when I see it in photos). It is snowing outside now, really beautiful and soft, and Jeff is making tiny cheeseburgers with chili sauce, which, like the photo, is a tiny taste of summer on a cold winter evening.
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