So, the way it goes while scavenging for pictures and it's too cold to turn on many of your devices, you let yourself linger inside your vehicle shooting through dirty windshields.
But, you hate nearly every shot.
So you delete, and delete some more. Perhaps saving a few you know you'll never share, but you're transfixed within the view of it.
Sometimes the sun shines beyond your window, but the wind is in full force, begging you to play, yet you know better.
For my Scavenger Hunt Sunday post my archives shall mostly be my horse today.
From the soft curve of her back, you are not the only viewer who thought to stop and take a picture.
As wise as an owl, I am.
For this early morning capture, before their shadows disappear with the fleeting sun, and my phone shuts off in a frozen moment.
To explain, I asked three little ones, two aged 5 and one aged 6 to draw a picture on President's Day.
This is from Danny, age six drawing and writing to George Washington.
TOP of His Class this day!
A DREADED TASK