Every year around November, my little corner of the universe descends into a cold dark sneaky hate spiral, at least for those of us afflicted with seasonal affective disorder and not protected by perky pregnancy hormones. If I’m honest, the stark beauty of winter isn’t quite enough to make up for all the FACE-HURTING NO-SUNLIGHT SAD-SAD-SADness at the time…but they do make for nice pictures. Neither Science Guy nor I can really remember when this was, but based on context clues in the rest of the roll, I estimate that these were taken in January, February, or March 2015. Mostly because during January, February, and March 2016 I was pregnant probably refused to go outside at all.