My bedroom window is my window on the world, the start of the day, my weather channel and barometer, the spark that ignites my gratitude for every single day that I am alive, for my wife, my friends, my animals, my camera, my blog and my books. For life. My window on the world tells me if the sun is coming out or not, if it will be warmer or colder, if my wonderful artist companion has re-arranged my windowsill gallery with her magical imagination.

Tomorrow is Maria’s birthday, I am spiriting her off (she is always reluctant to leave her work) to a wonderful inn in Vermont for two days, we will sleep and read, I am bringing my first Dystopian novel, “On Such A Full Sea,” by Chang-Rae Lee, and “The Wind Is Not A River,” by Brian Payton. Also an Elmore Leonard mystery, “Swag.” We’re not leaving until Monday, so more blogging and photography today, it is very cold her, but easing up a little bit, we might make it over zero today. I’m kicking off the birthday festivities by taking Maria out to breakfast at the Round House Cafe, planning dinner – ground turkey, maybe with vegetables. I made linguini with clams last night, it worked out well.