Come Here

As Lauren and I are about to leave the house I say, Come here! We walk over uneven ground. Rocks make their way into our shoes, sticks poke our ankles, and I position her so that the last light of the evening barely touches her. I snap a few shots, we hit the 101 S and I take 2 pictures from the passenger window. This is a mix of one of those pictures and Lauren in the last light of this bleary Monday.