|An icicle as it melted from the roof in the afternoon sunshine Saturday.|
For this I used my Pentax. It was feeling lonely.
A quarter-century is a long time to be anywhere. It's important to like where you are, and I do. For that I am grateful.
I recall clearly the day I moved here: Wednesday, November 30, 1988. It was a mild day, no snow on the ground, and sunshine, blue sky, all in all a pleasant autumn day.
After the last load was hauled up to my third floor apartment my mother said to me, "Maybe you'll put down roots here."
Good call, mom.