"A portrait of my husband every day for a year"
We were in the snow this past weekend. My fingers were burning from the cold and I had a permanent runny nose that only got worse when I rubbed my fat, wet mittens against my face. So my camera was tucked safe away from the extreme weather, as were my fingers. This is one of the only shots I got of David, it's totally lame but good thing I have 45 more weeks to redeem myself.
I think it's safe to say that I hate the snow. So does Quinne. More on our weekend later this week. For tonight I'm going to sit in front of the t.v. and look out the window at the snow-less ground.