Just one of my candid shots from a walk near the beach the other day. Without realizing it at the time, I was shooting a lot of "scenics" that day, this shot really reminds me of family Christmases of the past. My mother always decorated with pine boughs and cones, nestling them into flower boxes outside, and along shelves and cabinets and tables inside, She also had a little glass vase with a tight-fitting lid, with pine needles and cones in it. When you opened the glass cover, the smell of pine wafted out. I still have it, and there is still a very faint scent if you open it. I'll probably open it up on Christmas morning and give a little shout out to all of those that aren't here anymore, but linger in my memories.