You're Not in New York Anymore

So this is the chaos that I saw on the eve of Christmas Eve.


But by Christmas Day, my view was of this:


Not exactly my home, but home to my (dad's) people. It's hard to feel anything but calm when I look at these.
I think it helps to be a "grown-up" to appreciate the beauty. It was a little scary (too empty) when I was a little kid and a little dull (again, too empty) as a teenager.




Now I absolutely love the color of wintery Kansas, with or without snow.
(And those are sunrise photos, courtesty of Curt. I hadn't quite gotten up yet.)