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Ski trip!
Ski trip!
A chorus of unusual, liquid, and arousing bird calls while shoveling the car out this morning. I spoke to the birds, I don’t remember what I said. I know I didn’t have the right...
The sound of sleet. A small ticking on the windows.
Subtle seasonal colors at the beach. And a restful gray horizon that disappears.
My painting lesson for this week addresses Shapes. So I’m seeing shapes everyone I go. It is unusual to have your vision filtered, shape-seeking.
There are a few places in Connecticut for which I feel real fondness. Kent Falls is one of them.
This was a beautiful drive. I could have stopped so much more often to take photos. But there was a sort of pushing to get where I was going. Someday I will take a...