Where I live in northern New England, it's getting toward winter. The trees have lost most of their leaves, and it got so chilly last night, we almost didn't open the window in the bedroom. The change of weather is bringing to mind vast snowy landscapes, the uncluttered look of deep winter. My best writing time of the year.
As a painter and a writer, I've
Sunday, November 14, 2010
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