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Alien Abducktion

Under a streetlight on a foggy winter night "The Blue Duck" (that's what Olivia used to call my old pick-up truck) looks like a scene from "Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind."

Victim of the Ice Storm

Last Summer my parents neighbor Pam offered to let us have the old swing set in her yard. Mark and I disassembled it and carried it across the road to my parents yard where we reassembled it. Olivia and Emily got one weekends worth of fun on it before a massive ice storm brought trees down on it and smashed it. I'll try to fix it this summer.

Early one morning late last year.

Jack Frost does his thing, outlining the edges of Kalmia, Azalea, and Rudbeckia seedheads.

Future Home of the Old Schoolhouse Bed and Breakfast

January 2003 Michelle and I visited her friends Sarah and Mick in Dublin, New Hampshire on our way to go skiing at Stowe, Vermont. We stayed in their amazing "guest room" and were treated to such a fantastic breakfast that Michelle remarked they should open a B&B. Sarah said hey that's a great idea and not too long afterwards they actually did it. Now you too can stay at The Old Schoolhouse Bed and Breakfast practically at the foot of Mt Monadnock and enjoy Mick and Sarah's hospitality.

Hayden Planetarium by Night

A frigid February night in Manhattan-2003

NYC Winter 5AM

I was in NY for a job doing a site survey, working with traffic consultants who got up at 4AM to go out in the freezing pre-dawn winter darkness to observe traffic flow through the Lincoln Tunnel.

Seasonal Shortcut.

Following the snowmobile tracks across Harrisville Pond to the village center. Harrisville, New Hampshire.

Down South Jukin'

Joana was pregnant so we made a lot of pit stops on the Skyline Drive as we headed down to Athens, GA to visit another of my friends who has fled The Elm City. I figured he'd have six months of southern hospitality before he headed back to the Northeast, the only home he'd ever known. That was Fall of 2004 and no sign of a return yet, I shouldn't be surprised when love is involved. I guess a double-wide out in the sticks is as good an environment to write as any. I'm sure there are less distractions than there were on Nicoll Street with me and everyone else perpetually dropping in to hang out.