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Lunch turned out to be a "tasty sangwich" from Blimpie... to go and eaten at my desk while working. Sufficient drugs were consumed to eradicate the headache and my afternoon was looking better. Sean called me from LAX with the unexpected and wonderful news that his flight was landing two hours earlier than I thought, so I left to work the rest of the afternoon from the home office. When letting Henry out to potty and verify the yard was squirrel free, I paused for a moment thinking about our chiminea. I pass it everyday and never think about how many cold nights were spent watching the fire while holding each other in the company of friends. Countless stories told, debates fought, and laughter shared over a bottle of wine near that simple Mexican gift from my mother and step-father. They drove down to the border and brought it back for us the year we were married. I remember EL gently scolding me and rolling her eyes when I would stuff it full of dried Cypress and nearly catch the eve of the house on fire when it erupted in flame. I remember her smile and the sparkle in her eyes dimly lit by the glowing amber coals. It is cracked and worn now, but full of memories taken for granted. It is hard to hold back the tears knowing it will never again warm her skin and my heart the same way.

more IR tinkering... 100mm, f/11, ASA3200, 6sec