While I read poetry submissions for Newport Review and gulp down yet another Earl Grey, the storm outside rages. How good to be cozy inside with a cat curled up at my feet. This photo is of the roof of the art studio next door.
Tomorrow I'll climb out of bed early to take shots of the freshly-fallen snow, but for today I'm dreaming of a walk earlier this week at Bradbury Mountain, where the evergreens actually glistened in the sunlight and the leaves of some of the deciduous trees still clung to their branches.
Thanks to everyone who has left messages about Friday's exercise.
I'm looking forward to it more than I can say!