Goodbye 2024!

My year ended in grief, in parallel with the season that symbolizes death. There is beauty in winter. We had snow for Christmas, the first time I can remember in over thirty years. This Sunday, I will share my visit to a New England cemetery with beautiful headstones and fascinating history. In the meanwhile, let us say goodbye to this year and prepare for the next.

I moved this turtle from the trail to the edge of a bog. Look at those handsome nostrils!

The black and white photo is from Christmas Eve: deer resting in the snow on a golf course, taken from my stepfather’s window. Happy New Year to you all! I’m going for a bike ride.