our clubhouse was in the hayloft of the old barn
hot and stuffy in summer
freezing cold in winter
we listened to Beatle records over and over again
on a dusty turntable
Author: Susan
Boston Area Photographer
the polar vortex
stopped by for a visit
seems an appropriate end
to the month of January
vulnerable
kiss the sky
“I’m jealous of nature. It just expresses itself without judgment, the comparison with others, worry or complaints. And because of this very fact, it heals us in ways we can’t even imagine.”
warmth
the sweet scent of oranges
warm yellow walls
her curtains were gingham
like the aprons she sewed
Licht Years 