Sunday’s are for families.
When I was a kid, I loved waking up on Sundays to the smell of coffee from the kitchen down stairs. My dad would be at the kitchen table sipping his drip from his Razorback mug while reading the morning paper. My mom would be making cinnamon rolls from the can and I would grab a powdery doughnut hole from the counter and join my dad at the table.
Sunlight would be beaming in from the windows as I searched the paper for the comics, annoying my father as I separated the pages. He mainly cared about the sports section anyway.
Eventually I would make my way over to the white and tan couch and flip on the TV. Bypassing the Sunday talk show and preachers to get to the cartoons.
I would sit there in my pajamas, a bowl of sugar certain my lap as I watched my favorite cartoon, The Real Ghostbusters or Teenage Mutant Turtles. My older brothers would eventually join my and take over cartoon selection.
It’s the small inconsequential moments that mean the most sometimes. The moments of daily life that seem normal, but later we look back on with pure fondness.
This was shot on a Canon 5D Mark III with the 50mm 1.2. Shot this at f/2.8 without strobes. Shutter was 1/2000 at ISO 125.