“Happy is the heart that believes in angels.”
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17 degrees. Seventeen.
I don’t even know how cold it was with the numbing wind that made the snow dance and swirl across the lake. Three minutes is all we could take and she was a trooper. As I ran over and grabbed her bare hands in mine, she chuckled and assured me she wasn’t even cold. Such a spitfire. That red hair and personality? Mom and dad are surely in trouble 😉 I’m so happy she obliged and let me take a few photos of her last Friday as the sun was going down over our lake. I got to test drive the 70-200mm 2.8 lens and now I can see what everyone fusses about. It’s a beast, but it’s a beauty.
Dress: The Measure
Headband : Maya’s Curls