a thousand words

visages from afar - Simone feels connected with NASA boy and friend at a distance, with pics and messages from Turkey in Asia Minor.

day's end

Christmas Day

I find my myself...

visiting mom, with family

And going for a promenade about the grounds with the bionik kat, Cinnamon Girl and the Young Dude

A distant light shines as the world turns, to draw near - closer to its warmth - once again

A holiday season familial gathering at our home with additional players to the usual suspects

Beverly

my Cinnamon Girl and my mother

Shiloh and Melanie

Cat of wonder under the Yule tree at the Winter Solstice

The brothers Turner, aka Brother Down - pickin' at a gig at a 3G - gorge, guzzle and giggle venue in the area (aka restaurant and bar) this evening. Jamie and Jason are both professional photographers in their own right. We travelled through China together a couple of years ago, as parts of the same group of travelers with Bill Bachmann. On that occasion, I was the one who brought a guitar.

Through years of casual observation, at least from my perspective and perception, the number of creative individuals involved in graphics or photography - visual artists - who also are musically inclined to some degree, is high.

Well, it didn't fall on the house fortunately. Nor did any of the other trees or weighty limbs which fell to earth last week in the storm of ice, wind and rain land on our casa. They did land on our plans of a more leisurely, enjoyable drive to Florida at the end of the year. As we need to be around here during the duration of the clean-up, It's back to the book-a-flight plan usually employed for such journeys. Cleanup is apace at Stonemeadow today with the tree service crew.

A day for cleaning, organizing, resting, and promenading with my Cinnamon Girl about the landscape - bitter blustery elemental cold weather notwithstanding.

Decking halls and such for the Season finally takes hold at Stonemeadow