Packed to the hilt with furniture, old skis, vintage bicycles & Fred's childhood toboggan, the Chevy lumbered downhill, veering off 107 towards the Ted Green Ford Dealership…

It was just another ad on Craigslist…

Ah, life…

Never say never…

Arm in arm with the friendship of light, at times I am not so lost, nor you…

I waited for the next gust, holding the camera but covering it with my hat, to keep snow from penetrating its mechanisms…

I know basically what's required to get to the top…

I put the shawl in the box, tucking down the folds to fit and the letter over top…

The world is grey, a reminder that eyes can only do so much…

Snow is hard to capture…

Waking in the dark, or waking at first light, the day startles us out of sleepy half-light, sometimes into gnawing fear, or, on a good day, into blissful remembrance of happy or happier times…

I hated that I felt a sinking feeling, when you felt hope…

It's such a white, powdery world…

Me and my old cat…

Finding things in the woods might have been my full time occupation, were it not for societal demands to grow up…

People are brilliant…

Funny, we see what we want to see to confirm our biases…

Sometimes the old legs won’t carry…

I dunno folks…

It wasn't a great day to drive east west, or in other words, perpendicular to the mountains, with the wind gusts, the flood waters, & the fog…