emerging from the quarry

hoping soon we will all be emerging from the grip of winter

(be back from seattle tomorrow)

we've lost quite a few slate tiles from our roof this winter

it's likely they originally came from this quarry

even as the heart of winter beats sluggishly

life is quickening in the deep roots of these trees

while i'm at the garden show

how the wind doth blow

in vermont

on the way to fort dummer

would you like to attend college at this school?

university of vermont-extension, old guildford road

off to seattle for the week

may your days be filled with warmth and color

sometimes the sun

steps in

and turns painter's drop cloths into works of art

beware

of night creatures

who slip the veil

and hover o'er the day

ice, ice baby...

as the sun warmed roofs around town,

all around,

ice rocks cascaded from eaves to ground like crystal waterfalls

i extend a warm welcome (despite these cold images) to new followers:

eva, theblackwoodcottage, victor, wendy, and eleanor

covered bridge lite...you have to be under three feet tall to fit inside

on the playground at living memorial park

the fish were biting

at stew leonard's in westport, connecticut

detail

from the interior of the new amsterdam theatre

on a blustery day, bikes rest inside a sunny restaurant

across from the cbs studios

new york, new york

a city of jewels

how many have lost their hearts

to this uplifting lass?

in the big apple

there is so much to see

on such a grand scale.

happy birthday, dear simkitty

artist and musician,

wit and

friend extraordinaire

the sensuous curve of a serpentine fence

set in the sighing snow

and how does one get from the bottom of the hill

to the top?

how does one get from point a (the top of the hill)

to point b (the bottom)?

riding the tow bar

on sunday afternoon at living memorial park

i'll be down in the big apple for a few days.

while i'm gone, pre-scheduled posts will appear in my absence.

be well, my friends.

"beware the jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch"

icicles dangle menacingly from a roof on chapin street

through a glass sleetly

do you remember the old filmstrips?

this is actually the view out a side window of the house next door

and its second floor balcony

in the midst (and mist) of a freezing rain

seven days old

and already running errands with her mom between snowstorms

angles

resist submitting to the temptations of snow

mother nature has rolled out the white carpet

and all the dainty snow angels tread lightly as they go

no groundhog will be seeing his shadow in this backyard.

how about in yours?

february theme day: fountains

water and stone together tell such an eloquent tale

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