Thanks to my little Lumix, which I diss all the time and didn’t even want to bring.  Thanks to Maria for loving me even though I make her stand in howling winds while I take endless photographs of walls.  Thanks to Brooklyn for so generously receiving me, and inspiring me, and  thanks to Emma for inviting me and sharing a bit of her life with me. I am  home now, on the farm, but Brooklyn got into my head, I guess, so I’m grateful to be able to share it with you. Time to move on.

Scattering Rose’s ashes tomorrow. Bye-bye Brooklyn. For now.