welcome home

 

After a week of vacation in sunny Southern California, Katie returned to dreary and cold Boston.

 

I was there with camera (and fake flower) ready, rolling out the proverbial red carpet and ready to commandeer any souvenirs she may have gotten.

 

 

 

After some trepidation at a Store 24 in Lawrence due to their lack of asian noodles, we found some macaroni shells for Katie's hungry belly.

They would have to do.

 

 

 

I avoid Velveeta at every opportunity, opting instead for frozen macaroni and cheese or possibly Kraft in a box.

These shells, though seemingly appetizing, were in fact, sub-par. But around midnight, who can complain about the quality of one's shells?

 

 

 

 

I'm not sure why she tolerates my incessant photography (and I'm sure there are times when she doesn't), but I'm glad that I can capture a little bit of the time we spend together.

 

While most people enter the day as an unsightly mess of grogginess and irritation, Katie's morning luminescence outshines the dew and the leaves in autumn, slices through the soft cover of overcast clouds, and penetrates my emotional carapace.

 

I would be derelict not to capture her radiance.