I’m not cutting this weed today; it’s too pretty. Every object seems oddly beautiful dressed in white. The freezing temperatures mixed with a warm heavy fog created thick blankets of stunning crystals. For this event, all wears white!
I threw a camera into the car, drove and shot, admired the white world, and 166 pictures later coasted in to a gas station on E with cold feet still in slippers.
Sometimes I live on a very superficial level. It makes me wonder what weeds I will not cut in my life because they look good to me. Funny (Not so funny), I never even noticed this weed at the end of the drive that enters to our house. I pass by it every day and it never get’s noticed until it’s pretty.
I suppose I should ask my wife about the weeds in my life. She would tell me. She notices many more things than me. I’m thinking a good time would be a nice dinner, good conversation, and subtle up to the topic. I think I need to look good first.