Woebegone is half done.

We were looking for that cold, blustery day feel. So we took pictures in front of twisted dead trees and grey skies over green grass and the coming of dusk. It was not difficult to master that look of contemplative melancholy. And it wasn't difficult to give the appearance of being cold. We looked serious and cool. Except for the times we couldn't stop laughing. Which were plenty.

My sister dances like Shiva to prove her point. That's one of the ways she makes me laugh. The list is long.