I got woken up this morning by my dog howling. He does that whenever he thinks that he’s alone at home. Wolves howl when they are separated from their pack so that they can find eachother, and I like to think that he’s howling so we can find our way home (which you know, we can’t hear, but the thought is nice).
So I took advantage of the fact the sun had just risen and I took some pictures.
I “borrowed” this jacket from my mum a couple weeks ago. She told me that she bought it in a thrift store in the 80s, and thinks that it must originally be from the 60s. I loved it, so I added it to my ever growing collection of coats, which, living in canada, never hurts.