Our landscape, in and out of the farmhouse, is always changing. A year or so ago, I was scraping these windows, the idea that a cat might be sitting there never once occurred to me, but life is series of landscapes that never change, why should my living room be any different. Changing landscapes are a gift to any photographer. Tomorrow I head out to central New York State to see my sister for the first time in some years, I am looking forward to it. I’m bringing some dinner to cook, shrimp and scallops on angel hair past with pesto, cheese, garlic and tomatoes.