The end of the day comes, once again pinned under a nursing baby and I think, I have to blog, then I think, I don't think I took a single picture today. So often the days whizz by, not without beauty or joy, but their sheer force and speed carries me along without pause, and the small moments go not necessarily unobserved but often unrecorded. There she was though, in my camera roll, little Scout and her morning pause, looking out. A shot taken, likely, when I was also pinned under a nursing baby. And soon it was too late, I was too tired, posting didn't happen. Such is the nature of things these days.
Playing along with Amanda and Karen.
and yet your day did not whiz by without beauty.
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