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I take an abnormal amount of photographs of the view outside of my apartment, which means that I take an abnormal amount of photos of the building across the street.
Maybe someday I’ll take for granted the light that it gives me and stop the documenting, but for now, I thrive in it when I can get home before a sunset, draw it and paint in it. And when that gets old, it will be time for my next view.

The ice is accumulating on our windows and the wind is terrifying outside. I just watched a nurse walk sideways down the street to get through the wind to get to work at the nursing home across the street.
We’re hunkering down, doing turmeric shots and putting Christmas away here.

This is not a photo of a supermoon rising on New Year’s Day from the Rockaway Park boardwalk. Full disclosure: I do not have the lens adapter that would let me take adequate photos of that. I did photograph it, though. But, for now, just picture a specatcular supermoon rising to my left on this New Year’s Day from Rockaway Park as I wish health, success, respect and love to all of you in this New Year.

Bring it 2018, we’re ready for what you’ve got!

Study for a painting (that I need to find time to paint).

Today would have been my Grandmother Rosemary’s birthday.  It is my belief that one of the reasons she was so enthusiastic about Christianity, with her life’s calling to be a minister’s wife, was because her birthday falls the day after Christmas. You were always to keep your thoughts of Christ in Christmas, and then think of Rosemary the day after. The last time I was in Vermont with my Grandma Rosie, I skipped out on church and went snowboarding. When I returned, she asked me if I had made any “lasting connections.”
The day I found out my other Grandmother, Bernice Helgesen nee Forsberg, my Nanny, had passed, I was snowboarding at this mountain. I knew that it had happened when a raven flew in front of me while riding the Slide Brook lift to Mount Ellen.
My love for these Vermont hills is because my Grandmothers are in these hills.
Even so, I still miss them both deeply today.