… and sometimes I escape and run away, screaming.

Today was somewhere inbetween, as I had moderate cabin fever and was having an allergic reaction to motherhood. John booted me for an hour or so and I meandered over snow-infested roads, in search of something visually stimulating. My daughter is cute, the dogs are wonderful and my husband’s appearance is steadily improving, but all begin to pale after a bit.

It was cold.

By cold, I mean the finger-numbing, bone-aching, can’t-push-the-shutter-and-was-that-pinging-noise-my-finger-falling-off frigidity. So I shot a few pictures. Quickly. Unfortunately, none could be gotten from the car. So I froze. And took pictures. And ruminated on how I rarely use red in my work….

This barn houses Newfoundland ponies. None were in evidence today. Smart ponies.

Flatrock was snow-filled and cold, too.

It looks like just another point of rock, but the arm sticking out the furthest is actually a launch.

So I got a few pictures, had a brief taste of pseudo-freedom and enjoyed an hour of no one asking me for juice, trains or noodles and cheese. Bliss.

When I got back, my family was much more appealing. Funny how time away from me smartens them up.