
It's like maybe 30 degrees outside, so of course hubby Neil, the grandpeeps Shelby and Elijah and I head on over to Cream City for some freezing cold but totally delish ice cream. I suspect this won't be the last time.
"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."— Susan Sontag