When I was warm...

I just returned to snowy, icy Chicago after a few beautiful days in northern Florida. It was nice and relaxing; I spent a lot of time reading and wandering around photographing stuff like bark, pine needles, and water reflections. Very exciting, I know. Now that I'm back home I've realized that while winter has its attributes, it's always nice to be, well, warm. Chicago is notorious for its brutal winters and I'm proud to say I've survived many of them, not to mention approximately 20 winters in Cleveland (which is worse, despite what Chicagoans say). I'm heading back down to the Sunshine state for New Years, but I'll have to live vicariously through my photos until I do. Feel free to do the same.

Linus loved this juniper bush.