I know that half of this phoneography blog is devoted to Onion, but this is what I do in the middle of winter. I sit with my cat, and I revel in it.
I spent most of yesterday prone on the couch, unable to sit up for extended periods due to this dread sinus infection and allergies and likely some virus that slammed me this week, but Aidan managed to coerce me into a brief, late-night photo walk through the crusty slush.
In my area of town, it was of course punctuated by a drunken man running away from an angry woman yelling "Are you fucking kidding me with this?", but the scene was largely lovely, nonetheless. Everything felt quiet and large under halogen lights while he planted his tripod in the muck and I waited to hear the strange rhythm that sometimes thrums under Regina nights.
I normally take pretty straightforward photos, but I'm playing around with being more fanciful.
I bet you were looking for more naked lady.
Onion, we can see your butt.