I woke up this morning and had some scrambled tofu and a slice of banana bread. Of course I washed it down with a glorious glass of orange juice, two glasses if you want to get technical. Sufficiently satiated I was ready to move on to my first task of the day. I asked Eric what I should write about. He suggested that I just step outside and take some pictures. So I slid on my black snow boots and tucked my pajama pants down into the fluffy interior, in an attempt to keep warm, silly because I was wearing thin cotton clothes. I pulled my jacket over my purple pajamas and stepped outside with Charlemagne, our camera. It seemed like a day to focus on the details, so I screwed on the macro lens and started looking for beauty.