Looking back, I think the nostalgia related to the longevity that only a Sunday afternoon seems to offer is where many of my childhood memories come from.
And hoping to make more memories for my own children to add to their store, this Sunday, a 60 degree day in January no less, brought back that sentimental feeling of old.
We've had the same Sunday afternoon for three weeks straight: bike riding and basketball playing. Seeing as our driveway veers straight down, it's not the best place for either. So our adventure takes place in a local school parking lot.
Add to that some shadow capturing.
And some acorn finding to coincide with someone's current Chip and Dale fetish.
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