It’s the first full week since the end of the holiday season and with the morning alarm comes the question that I’ve been raising since New Year’s day: What are you going to do with the rest of this year? That’s a troubling question.
On a macro level I guess it’ll be more of the same and that’s not all bad. More photography in its many forms, e.g. camera club meetings, competitions and workshops, and field trips, always fun albeit maybe a bit more physically demanding. Don’t know about a winter getaway, yet…maybe…maybe. But, there’ll be another spring, wildflowers on the trails, balmy days, flowering shrubs and trees. Then, of course, there’ll be summer at the shore…Saturday mornings on the dock with coffee and friends, watching the kids racing…and beach naps, hard to think about on these cold mornings. Then as fall approaches, the chlorophyll supply in the leaves will diminish revealing their underlying reds and yellows. Before we know it it’ll be time to put the tree and trains back up again.
So, maybe I should just leave it up?
As to the New Year on a micro level it comes a day at a time so that’s the way I’ll be taking it. For us in the northeast it began with a snow storm. I went out at about 8:00 AM because I felt that I should. My resolve melted away in the face of the wind chill but here are some scenes on the campus:
My wreath greeted me, looking splendid with its dusting. I also liked the reflections of the winter scene in the windows on either side of the wreath.
On another recent day we drove down to the shore area just to drive past the snow-covered fields along the way. Here’s a scene captured at Smithville. It made me glad that I’m not a Canada Goose.
Smithville is another virtual hard drive of family memories. It was a good meeting point for us to have dinner with my shore-resident parents now and then; it was a place where Sigrid once vociferously rejected the Quail Lodge (now gone) Santa as not being the real one who, of course, worked at Strawbridges; it was a place where, in the 60’s, we celebrated my parents’ 50th with a private party. The fee covered an open bar and dinner; I remember thinking that the more I drank the cheaper each became. Ahhh, youth.
The post title is Winter Wanderings so here are two more images, both made in December.
The above was made on a trail walk on Christmas morning.
And, on the stormiest or most bitterly cold days, be reminded that the sun is out there somewhere. A Happy New Year to all.