An exceptionally cold Christmas eve and morning in upstate NY. Snow showers and temperatures in the single numbers. Warm inside for the traditional lobster dinner.
Keeping some odd hours on the bluff this week. Playing guitar to the setting full moon.
A cold breeze, owls hooting, and the thunder of the Laurel Branch, rushing hundreds of feet below.
These are the dark days, the solstice is near.
|Laurel Branch Falls|
|Notice the saw mill markings on the table top.|
|The season's first snow shower|
|Sunny and cold|
|Tea time - 4:00 pm|