Makes me yearn for some Orson Welles or some Bogie

I had a lovely date with my dad tonight. I found out there's a Christmas Tree Festival pretty close to here and I wanted to take some photos, so he took me to his old stomping grounds. As it turns out, he brought my mom to the festival years ago, when they were dating, and he was eager to see it again.

It was...pretty brilliant, all told. The trees were absolutely amazing and even the crowd wasn't too unwieldy. It was heartening to see how many trees had already been sold/auctioned/raffled (all proceeds to the local children's hospital) and how many different groups had created these amazing things from scratch. I took photo after photo after photo, as I'm sure you can imagine.

He and I went for dessert afterward, and coffee, and had a really lovely night, all in all.

Then, I got back and started to process my photos and realized that I wasn't in the mood for another high-detail closeup. Luckily, we walked around for a little while before we found a suitable coffee spot. This was our first choice--inexplicably closed--but I was able to get a picture before we walked back to the car. I don't know what it is about these buildings that I'm so in love with, but anything that looks like it might have once been a mill or a 30s newspaper building always catches my eye and tugs at my heart.