I’m back on home turf again. I love it.
I didn’t even mind that snow pellets filled my hair, i.e., what’s left of it, when I arrived home this morning from the Little Red Roaster, refill and camera in hand.
When my front steps are dampened, hundreds of patterns emerge from the gray stone. Distinct designs disappear as they dry or as the snow deepens.
[Photos by GH]
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