Fragments Frozen Phalanges
Yowzers. Four degrees out there in the dark. "Never stick your tongue on a a frozen keyboard" comes to mind (apologies to Garrison.) My fingers are not happy. There is not enough hot coffee in the county to warm up my typing hands this morning. That's just as well. Long day: leave by 8, lab 9 til noon, class 2 til 4, home in time to stoke the woodstove, walk the dog, scarf down a quick bite and leave again for a meeting. Home finally by 10.
So, instead of a thousand words, let me direct you to ten thousand words-worth of pictures just added to the gallery last night. (The last ten are new entries.) Back in the saddle tomorrow. See you then.
Comments
Beautiful photos -- but then, yours always are. Do you ever plan to produce a book someday? Maybe a calendar?
Posted by: Terry | January 18, 2005 3:49 PM
Oh, I'm glad you added Mabry Mill. It's one of my favorites!
Posted by: Ana | January 18, 2005 4:03 PM
I would like to commend you on the use of alliteration in your title to this post. And lovely pics, by the way.
Posted by: LilRed | January 19, 2005 12:31 AM