Choices Choices

This morning it was another trip to the dentist. After two buses and a metro in freezing temperatures the dentist said I can have either wisdom tooth removed, both removed, or I can just leave it. Decisions, decisions.

On the way to the dentist I stopped of at the lake again to catch the sun coming up. I was literally only able to take a few snaps, mostly because I needed to get to my dentist appointment, but also because as soon as I took my gloves off, my hands began to freeze. In the end I had four shots to choose from and I might just stick the others in the blipfolio.