or should i call this the nemo edition?
we are still fairly buried. ventured out yesterday with the wee fellas. i’d say this is probably the first year that both boys were able to play/enjoy the snow without every flake touching their skin being the absolute end of the world. but you know…these things always end in tears.

please be sure to see what’s up with Joel Chapman and his fine bunch
see you Tuesday for you are my wild!
isabel

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joy and tears, because they are so teetering on the edge of experience. and i feel that, all of their excitement and color and damp and life against all that white. these remind me of so many days as a kid, but these are all them, all your fantastic eye.
absolutely adore that last image