There is something about the softness of a cloudy day that always calls me home. Even with twenty different shoulds, in the dimness of a rolling storm, I always find myself longing for the comfort of familiar. There is a peace and clarity to be gained from simple days. As I sit here with my knitting in my lap and a hot tea not too far, I cannot help but feel that this is exactly how Sundays were meant to be spent. There is nothing so good for the soul as being home, truly home.
I took these photographs while using my 50mm lens, on a dim Winter’s day. Because of the lack of light, I was able to create a moody look. You can learn more about the equipment here. You can also see the full photo gallery for this post here on Flickr.
See the full photo gallery for this post here on Flickr