Tonal Tuesday: a perilous quest

Such a perilous quest to save the last of the creatures.

Tonal Tuesday: rustic rainbow

The colors were rich, warm and broken-in. The most comfortable cozy rainbow ever.

Tonal Tuesday: autumn lake

Missing Lake Michigan & the bicycle path along its shore. Afternoon sunlight and a cool breeze.

The smell of books, the cozy shady nooks, the warm wood tones and the soft buttery leather all gave the library it’s well-deserved reputation of comfort & solace but it was the memories of the fingers turning page after page and the stories and worlds that people escaped to through the words that really gave it that je ne sais quoi.

Tonal Tuesday: the chesterfield in the library

The hushed crunch of grey and brown leaves underfoot and the soft pink morning light are for what the quiet of the woods exists.

Tonal Tuesday: the quiet of the woods

Slowly at first and then suddenly and violently, Spring appeared. She had crept so slowly, no one had noticed until it was too late. Amongst all the rain and gray, she had been quietly arranging her debut. A chaos of flowers & allergens to bombard the general public.

Tonal Tuesday: Spring crept slowly

The rabbit had been busy all day; slaving over a hot oven in her tiny apron which was covered with flour & frosting. All Miss Chloe had to show for the day of work were all these delicious cupcakes. She really hoped her new neighbor, a handsome duck named Pato liked carrot cake.

Tonal Tuesday: the cupcakes and the rabbit

They spent the afternoons lounging together, tangled and daydreaming—allowing their future aspirations to tie themselves to one another. They made so many plans in those soft moments, too young to accept the monkey wrench of natural chaos the future would inevitably throw into their picture perfect plans. They had plans for the future but did not know the future had plans for them.

Tonal Tuesday: they had plans for the future

Tonal Tuesday: everything turns sepia under the city lights

Out the window, in Chicago, maybe at 3am: the city is soft and silent. Covered in glittering snow, turned vintage photograph in the yellow of the street lamps, it waits for the waking hour which has a long time to come.

Tonal Tuesday: studious study

The study was for studying; not just books but people too.