Team Up Mondays: French . . um, no, sorry, I mean NIGHT

One, two, skip a few . . . and yes, I am missing a post.  Sometimes I think instead of trying to do it all, we should just cut our losses, prioritize and . . . take a big sigh.  Last week the theme was French, it was my theme, I took a photo of French radishes and the other ladies outdid themselves with their submissions but I never got to post them.  Sorry ladies, I do feel like I did you a disservice, and I deserve a whippin' - not the oh-so-gentle chastize from Mariette.  I know I am not worthy, and I will try to be a better blog partner.  I will try to be a better blog partner.  I will try to be a better blog partner. . .

This week the theme is Claire's.  We live 'in the country' by Boston standards, and 'the country' is defined by 30 minutes or more from the city limits of Boston, no pavements and no streetlights.  Hence, when it is a new moon and the theme is night and you walk outside everything is . . . black.  We have also had a week of below zero temps, so sticking around outside waiting for inspiration or the shadows to move was just not happening for me.  Claire did a phenomal job, her photo is suggestive and open to interpretation and I love it:

Linda used her flash, clever girl - why didn't I think of that?  I will put it down to brain freeze and congratulate her for being so BRIGHT!

Mariette is the clear winner this week, her photo is exquisite and should be hanging framed somewhere prominent:

Me?  I was a wimp.  I decided that night for me would mean something totally different, as in, something that would not require me to go outside.  The first thing I do when the sun dips below the horizon is slip my feet into these puppies (actually, often I don't wait that long, but shhhhh, don't tell!)

A cherished Christmas present from my mom-in-law when she saw what a beating my last sheepskins had taken.  Once these are lovingly wrapped around my feet, all seems right with the world, and everything seems achievable, or not that important.  I love them I do.  Mark still has his from South Africa, the ones we bought in Oudtshoorn located in the Karoo - sheep country:



I don't know how he has managed to keep his so good looking after nearly four years but ok!  Ryan's are more gentlemanly I think, like, smoking lounge gentlemanly, like, retire to the library gentlemanly:

And April, well, what can I say?  She is stylin':

That is it for me this week.  This was a fun challenge.  Next week we have a topic that should inspire some artful photos!  Till then, nighty-night, sleep tight.