Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
Beautiful! You, too, seem to be celebrating winter in Camden, Maine! On New Year's Day, from the town landing in Camden, we watched sledders going down the library hill. J was worried they were going to go right into the water!
not a book to be seen but stories being written everywhere.
In every small town, there are memories being etched in Maine winters.
Ice, cold, snow, are beautyful under blue sky, and certainly easier to endure!
You inspired me to write my own thought poem about winter. Thanks!
I love the quiet splendor of the winter months. Glorious sun-filled days, perfect for ice sculpting.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke
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