Winter took its time reaching us this year, but I'd say we are in the thick of it now (a Texas version, anyway).
Last week was one of those dreamy ones. The ones in which we lose track of the days of the week and linger a bit longer in the doing not much phase, just because there's no better way to enjoy the damp and cold weather, in my book. Beatrix and I kept the house lit in candles, sipped on tea, and pretended for brief moments here and there that the rest of the world simply faded away (or at least I did). She danced around the living room to The Nutcracker about 987 times. Good times. I think she's got the stage bug. Her expressions crack me up.
Here's a few photos that I snapped during the quiet and spare moments of the first days of the new year.
