The day after I decide to switch-up the scenery, the Perfect Light arrives. If Sandy hadn’t stolen the leaves, the effect would be like a church window…
Things are coming back around to normal here. The power should be back on for the entire state by noon-ish. The air is no longer filled with the rumble of generators, but the chainsaws and wood chippers will start again at first light.
For the record, no one is particularly concerned about the Nor’easter that the national media keeps going on about. It’ll be a cold rain, when and if it arrives…NOT that white-stuff-of-which-it’s-too-early-to-speak.
Unless you live in Maine…but they’re used to things like that.
The 4 O’Clock:
Cold wind, lots of clouds. The occasional peek of sun…
And a dog.