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One day after the big storm, all is well.
Power returned last night, but only after we had built a cozy nest by the fire. We camped out in the living room anyway.
Today the sun is out, the birds are singing, and all that white stuff is turning clear and dripping away.
Winter threw one last tantrum before slinking back to the north, it seems.
Been snowing since last night. Snowing still, and will for the rest of the day.
Power went out hours ago, so we’re staying close to the fire, reading books, taking pictures. Heating soup on the gas stove.
The show opening last night at The Bridge was a great success. Steady traffic all night, many folks showing up before the doors officially opened, and staying well past closing. Some local art bloggers and collectors in attendance.
Two pieces already have new owners.
The Bridge Gallery
live fone post
This is what Sundays are for.
We used to do this all the time when the girls were home.
They’ll be jealous.
Lovely T
Her website and occassional blog is here:
I know a lot of guys who have wooden boats or Melonseeds, or both, and have artists for wives. Must have something to do with placing such a high value on aesthetics, even above more practical things. I can think of seven off the top of my head without even trying hard, guys that I know personally. Definitely a pattern to it.
Emily in her kayak
One nice thing about a big loop in a river… It doesn’t take much driving to set up the shuttle to float it. Saves a lot of time.
On Sunday, we left Emily’s car at the ramp at Four Locks, then loaded up the boats and headed over to McCoy’s Ferry. It’s a short trip, but we passed through tunnels under two canal aqueducts and a really high train trestle to get there. The ramp at McCoy’s Ferry isn’t in great shape, but we got loaded and launched without too much trouble.