I think I fell into an alternative reality for the past 10 days. Maybe I did! I completed three very full days of photo shoots in Vermont (including this curious sign, I think the spelling and capitalization bother me more than the content), then
came home in time to prepare for this arriving in my neighborhood. Can you see that porch being ripped off the green house on the left? This is the beach on the end of my street. Those waves and the force of the wind are crazy. I live by the Long Island Sound, where big surf is, I dunno, maybe 7 inches? Our power just came back on today, six days later. Turns out I can not successfully knit by candlelight, or crochet. Or do much else productive. And it is not good for my mental health to have empty hands.
Ironically, I had been looking forward to my accommodations at Fiber College next weekend. In a tent. With my candle lantern , by the sea. Ha. Joke on me! Maybe it'll be different , by choice and without a fridge full of decomposing food.
(Regardless I AM super looking forward to the gathering, and if you are at all tempted, check it out. My classes are not all full, I'd love to have you join in).
