Winter Dusk

I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned it, but Mr. Sabbe is a wannabe photographer as well. He had the day off to celebrate our Presidents, which unfortunately is not acknowledged as an official holiday where I work. But I decided to call it a day early and we headed across the river to A. get an awesome milkshake and B. catch the muddy Charles in one of it's finest forms.

Isn't she lovely? You can hardly tell the difference between the snow covered water and the sky.

It's a Boston sandwich.

I think he has plans to go back for round two from the Mass Ave bridge.

I'm hoping round two is a teeny bit warmer.