Vanishing Act

Let me start by saying this: I love my son more than anything. He’s awesome, hilarious, and incredibly cute. He’s the best thing that has ever happened in my life, save for meeting my wife. That said, it is damn hard to get up and out of the house early in the morning with him around. My wife, when we first started dating, used to hate what a morning person I am/was. Every day, even on the weekend, I’d be up and ready to go at 6 a.m. while she’d want to sleep in. But having a toddler, man … it’s just … it’s just hard to get up and moving, we’re that tired. All the time. It’s a zombie-like state that not even multiple pots of coffee can cure. And, weirdly, I feel way more tired than I did when he was a newborn. I’m not even sure what the cause of it is, since he’s a really good sleeper about 80 percent of the time.

We’ve been gifted with some awesomely misty/foggy mornings so far this fall, and I’ve been dying to get out and make some landscapes in them. I just haven’t got the time or energy … or, when I do, the weather isn’t favorable or something else is going on. This morning, though, Philly took mercy on me and gifted me some low-lying fog so that I could make a few pictures before getting into the office. Thanks, Philly!