Sundays in My City


Unknown Mami





Christmas Eve was foggy but clear.




Christmas Day was wet. But it was Christmas Day, so what the hey?




This is today. No holiday. Just December 26th, a Sunday in my city, and a lot of rain in my backyard.

Cheers,

Casey

Comments

  1. Joanna Jenkins26/12/10 16:59

    I've been singing the "rain, rain go away" song all week. Looks like it applies there too.

    Hope you had a fab Christmas!

    Great seeing you in SIMC!

    jj

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  2. CiCi27/12/10 07:46

    Yep it is all the news out here that CA is getting more rain than we in the midwest are getting snow. Hope your family enjoyed their Christmas and that you are all gearing up for a lovely year.

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  3. SSQuo1/1/11 11:40

    Hope you had a great Christmas!

    I think when it pours on a day you are 'supposed' to be huddled inside with loved ones and great food, is possibly the best day for it to pour.

    Happy New Year to you and the entire family.

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  4. Unknown6/1/11 20:56

    I absolutely love those shots. Seriously. LOVE!

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