I was knitting. I managed to finish one sock,
and wristlets for myself.
There is nothing like sitting by a fire and knitting away on a cold day. One day in town the locals were talking that it had gotten down in the 20's during the night...brrrrrrrrrr. We stayed nice and toasty warm the whole week.
I took this shot of the small local fishing village. That's what I call it. It just has such a quaint appeal that I love. Anyway, one morning on my way to town to get a few groceries, I stopped to take this picture. Everything was just right for a great photo. Driving by the rest of the week it never looked like this again. I guess if you miss that one chance to take a great picture, you just may not get another one.
