So 3 months ago we arrived in New Brunswick, and had a fun month. Time flies. I'm still thinking about how to do a book about the trip. Maybe that's why I've been in a bit of a photographic funk since then. Maybe I'm feeling intimidated by the thought of reviewing more than 2000 photos to see if I overlooked any gems, or that could be improved with new mad Lightroom skillz, like I did with one of the photos below. Maybe I'm procrastinating. Or maybe I'm warming up the dither machine for Image of the Year.
Somehow, this photo expresses how I feel.
No, I'm not ready for Christmas, but thanks for asking. Not. I'm never ready.
Yesterday was a fun day in one sense. It was just beginning to snow as I finished coffee and went to have a shower. It was a full blown blizzard when I came out. Fairly quickly the expected news headlines happened. There was an 80 to 100 car pileup on highway 2 just north of town. Glad I wasn't involved. I feel for the people that were. I can just see all the insurance adjusters putting in for overtime. I enjoyed being inside, drinking a mug of mint tea, being a fuzzy blanket substrate, and not having to go anywhere. Score a big one for being retired.







































































