It’s curious to go to the Round House and see my photos and George’s photos staring down over the walls. Three of them have been sold, we’re having a reception next Thursday at the cafe, it is unnerving to see images of Red, Simon, my favorite farms hanging over me, sometimes when I eat lunch there, I hear the people at the next tables talking about their favorite photos, pointing up at them, this is a new experience for me, seeing which of these images cause people to smile, touch them.

There is much awe about George’s stately photographs, they are very powerful and dignified, they evoke another time and world, they are majestic. George takes very different photographs than I do, he understands light and settings in a way I never will, he is a great artist and photographer, George and I are taking our women to the Round  House for a Valentine’s Day lunch tomorrow, assuming we can get through the snow, ice and wind everybody is expecting tonight.

In my bones, I don’t feel as if a huge storm is coming here, I am like an old farmer who listens to his knees to predict the weather, it works pretty well for me. I am thinking about Valentine’s day and the meaning of love, I’ll write about it later. Maria says she hopes I haven’t gotten her anything for Valentine’s Day, no, I said, surely not..heh-heh.