Post #889. Ink

So she has quite a production going now,
making all of her own cards,
finally understanding the right orientation,
feeling confident in printing,
turning her photos into artful gifts,  

and then...

      the ink

              ran out.

"Oh Jimmmmmmmmmmmm........!"

The production line temporarily halted,
nature's ink distracted. 

Snow clouds rolled away at the magic of dusk,

She runs outside barefoot and coatless, even when the temperature is in the 20s with the wind; nothing comes between her and a good photo opportunity.

This is my usual attire, by the way, indoors year round. No socks and robes for me. Too hot.  

Of course, the air traffic was released from its holding pattern at the neighboring pond only after I returned indoors where the evening light was still mesmerizing me from the bedroom window, where I snapped these last two photos for November 10.