snowstorm

 the poem this morning set the scene for more snow.

 greg and i walked over to the river to see what there was to see . .  

 all that there was to see was grey wet mist . . 

 somewhere out in that silvery deep was new jersey.

my fingers turned to ice from holding the camera . . 

 just as we were turning back inland, we heard a loud fog horn from out in the river . . if you look carefully at the picture above you'll be able to see the shadow of a huge cruise ship . . 

i caught the tail end of another blast from it's horn . . who was it and where were they going?

 we stopped at the grocery store and then walked home.

 these pictures are from the brunch we had this morning . . i revisited the place with greg . .

 and this time took a picture of the "sterno" fire place . . it's funny how much heat a large sterno container can give off.

heading out into the beginning storm . .

(i finally put up the post about romeo and juliet).

and here's a beautiful pic of a "slushy" wave taken on nantucket.

and dinner tonight was hot root soup from the redwall cookbook (leeks and shrimp in a vegetable broth).